When she said, ” I’m a weird lady with even weirder fetishes. You still have time to decide for my fetishes will make you abnormal.” In the ligh... of raging hormones, I said, “Whatever Ma’am,” and she farted. Disgusting yet so sexy. Even her wastes were attracting me.Everything seemed normal, even the abnormal stuff. I licked her butt-hole like there’s no end just when she asked me to give her a saliva enema. I never knew this was a thing. I still doubt, it is. She demanded me, forcing me to. “Go, go, go. Time flies.”A week later, we were on our way to Palm Coast, Florida, to get floats.Ben knows the weirdest people. We were offered a Grumman Duck and a PBY 5A to buy. But we learned on a Cessna 150. The Duck was mostly sunk and the Catalina was in Lewistown, Montana. Maybe later. Maybe not. More not than maybe.We brought friends.Wendy can read minds ... remember? She had delved in to their minds so she knew neither could afford it, so ... Wendy mentioned to a couple of her. Then to my relief her husband returned, we had dinner and after their departure I fantasised her and masturbated.She said that she has two younger sisters who are in University and both are very beautiful and they suit my personality. I was wondering with all this talk and after a month my boss asked me what kind of girl I intend to marry? I said I want a traditional Tamil girl who has long hairs, put a bindi on her forehead, performs Bharatanatyam or Veena. In fact I like traditional looking. The river, with the moon reflected brilliantly on it, looked dark, mysterious and beautiful. The lights along both sides glided by as our old-fashioned riverboat churned through the water. And the live orchestra was five or six cuts above what we'd had to endure at the Cloverdale High reunion.Yes, Betsy Elliott was definitely a genius.Most of the riverboat's clients that night had already filed off the gangplank before Shirley and I finished one more glass of wine each and, reluctantly, took.