Aunt Hilda no longer brewedany wine, but sold off the grapes to other processors. The processingshed had been converted first into a barn for a couple...of milk cows.Later into a guest house when she thought about turning the place intoa bed and breakfast, but that was about as far as she went with theidea.Aunt Hilda was in her mid-fifties, strong in both build and attitudefrom years working the farm. She also disliked men and was pretty mucha loner, which was the main reason she did not complete. ‘‘Ab main tere andar mera ye lauda dalunga. Is kabhi teri malkin bahut pasand karti thi. Ab bechari lachaar hai. Aur mera lauda ek shaant aur naya swarg dhund raha hai. Who hai teri chooth. Tu badi khush naseeb hai ke itna mota lauda tere is gand ki pyas bhujayega. ‘‘Saab, aap bahut ache ho. Main aapse bahut pyar karti hoon.’‘Mera lauda dekhne ke baad har aurat yahi kehti hai. Main 55 saal ka hoon, lekin meri chodne ka dhang aur josh koi jawan mard match nahin kar sakta. Ab tu apni tang upar. She was smiling so brightly and giggling like a little school girl, it was fun to watch. It took her almost an hour to get the fish close enough to the boat, it had fought her that long.The captain of the boat came down while they were trolling the fish alongside the boat. “It’s nowhere near a record size, but it’ll make an impressive picture. And be some pretty damned good eating.”“What is it?” Gloria asked.“Yellowfin tuna. That’s a good five footer. About a hundred sixty pound fish, probably. “Kinder im Bett?”… he nods.I unzip my trousers and reveal the GIS with the cock missing. The O ring found wanting. I have many pairs of GIS pants, thongs, briefs and hipsters. I always have the cock attachment in my handbag and wear them every day just in case I get the urge to fuck the new receptionist, the cleaner or anyone. I’ve even had to use it for social status sex on occasion. Of course Rupert doesn’t know that and I tend not to, it’s usually only.