I started caressing her neck gently. She was feeling good. I could see her cleavage from the top. I took some courage and inserted my hand inside her ...ighty.I gently squeezed her melons as she was not wearing a bra. She got scared of the squeeze and pushed me back. She said, “Arjun, what are you doing?” I said, “Aunty, I thought you needed it.” She said, “Arjun, let’s leave for dinner.” I felt she did not like that I touched her breasts.I took courage and got up, and held her hand. I said,. “Being with you fills that empty spot. I don’t need to have sex with you. Not until you are truly ready. And as I said, not until we talk it through completely.”“Don’t you want me?” she said, almost begging.“Do you know how hard it was not to do what you asked on New Year’s Eve? It took every ounce of willpower I had. If I had protection, I probably would have done it. But it would have been a mistake.”Her face fell, but I continued.“A mistake because you weren’t really ready. Because we have. "First time out here?" the driver, she thought his name was Rick, asked her."Y-y-yeah," she stammered as the jeep ran over a stretch of ground that looked like a natural washboard.She glanced back to see the guards standing up in the back, although they were hooked on to the roll-bar."Is this the route you take to intimidate new visitors?" she asked."Nah, this is just the only way to the cabin. Your man wanted solitude, and that's what he got. Old Sal, the slave that sees to him, makes this. I know this because they always seem to be trying to rip out of whatever tight top she is wearing. She usually comes to visit after her workout and she is dressed in yoga pants, so I can admire her clamshell pussy, and tight ass. She normally wears a tight shirt that does nothing to high her popping nipples.Today was no different and she had been there for about five minutes. We were chatting about some work she wanted to do in her backyard, and I was trying to not stare at her tits that were.