The tight little kitchen in her trailer caused us to rub against each other every time we passed.Finally, she edged by with her back to me and I kisse... her on the neck. She spun around and kissed me back with the softest lips in the world. I put my arms around her and she offered me her tongue, which I took greedily. I knew my erection was evident but didn't care. She didn't seem to mind either; in fact she seamed to be pushing against it.She whispered in my ear, "Do you want to make love to. Come closer I’ll give you a massage. (Pulling my hand).Me: Its okay aunty. Just a bit of strain. I’ll be good.Aunty: Come on Vicky. I insist. (Pulling me closer to her on the sofa)I knew she had kind intentions, but I had a completely sexed up perspective to this gesture. I shifted closer to her, and placed myself facing away from her, and my back towards her. And leaned a bit towards her. She adjusted herself so as to be able to massage my shoulders. She started massaging my shoulder slowly. The water pressure caused that cold water to force its way into my bladder. Before it burst, he turned off the water. He left me standing there with a very full bladder and hooked to the faucet. The pressure in my bladder was actually painful. I could not move and could only wait until he returned to release me. He returned a few minutes later and unscrewed the tube from the faucet and I had to dash to the toilet to empty out that cold water. He removed the gadget and told me to start. That allows for the very upper echelon of H. sapiens to attend as well.Oh, have I mentioned who runs the place? That's me: Dr. Donna M. Adkins, PhD., President of New Man University. Who'd a thought it?The Year 20Andrew's StorySomeone has to do the administrative work around here. Donnie sits in the President's office and looks official. Dee Dee spends all her time dealing with the family's business interests. That leaves me to do the dirty work. I try to put in four to eight hours a day at New.