She instructed me to stand still and let her do it. As she removed my pants (leaving my boxers on) she stopped to give me a few teasing caresses and a...mire how aroused I was. Once undressed she sat on the foot of her bed, hands on her sides, and extended her legs out a bit and crossed her ankles. She now pointed down at her feet and taking my cue I went to my knees where I was finally able to touch, rub, smell and kiss her boots. They were magnificent. The leather, soft, supple, and rich with. "How 'bout this?" Joe said, pointing to a slatted circular tub of weathered gray wood.JoJo laughed. "What is it?" Beats me," Joe answered. "Maybe some kind of cider press. See the hole down here. I bet that's where the juice would drip."JoJo studied the hole. "I don't know," she said. "I guess we could make it into a planter."Now Joe laughed. JoJo could make just about anything into a planter. "Forget it," he said good- naturedly.Next was a table of knickknacks and odds and ends. "Hey," said. Maybe the bitch had been pleasuring herself for half an hour before I arrrived or, more likely perhaps, she'd smothered herself in some kind of oil down there. However, I liked to think that maybe she was naturally lubricated from the anticipation of the act.I squared up my cock against the lower part of her hairy triangle (I was guessing it looked trimmed rather than totally au naturelle). It required the minimum of looking down there and using my hand for guidance. She assisted, not by using. I forgave him thinking that it was the media which rotten the minds of the young ones.The next morning I was preparing breakfast. I was startled to see my nephew standing nude, pressing my boobs from behind with his cock standing erect. His cock was 7” tall. I enjoyed for a moment and soon regained my consciousness. I tried to move away from him but he held me tight, pressing my boobs with one and inserted his other hand inside my sari. I was already wet down there. I was struggling to leave me.