“I wonder if I could trouble you for a moment? I haven’t given the girls water in a while. Do you mind if they have a little sip from your garden ...ose?” she asked.“Not at all,” Mr. Greenbaum was eager to see this new humiliating development unfold.“Fart Face, Mandy, come here and have a drink from Mr. Greenbaum’s hose,” she said to us.I stood up and walked over like it was normal to wear nothing but a tube top. I could see he was staring at my bald pussy, and my instinct was to cover my nudity. She said that I could do whatever I pleased with the less erotic ones, as long as I asked her first. Well, I had no problem with that!The time went fast. When she expressed interest in the mechanics of photography, I showed her the features of the various cameras and how the adjustments were made. She was a quick learner, and before long, she suggested that she take some pictures of me. "You've got to oil up," she said, "just like I did!" She grabbed the oil bottle and proceeded to squirt it on. In fact, I did seem to feel more comfortable than I used to in such situations.As the lights were dimmed in the house, Martha took my hand and gave it a little squeeze. She whispered, "Good, Steven. Really, Very good. You're doing much better tonight. Here, let me fix that tie again. How do you get it over to the side like that?" She turned in her seat to fiddle with my tie.I whispered sarcastically, "Thank you, Aunt Martha."She said, "Okay, I get it. You're right, I'm fussing over you too. She had sensible flat shoes on. I know I’m not painting a very glamorous picture, but it was what I saw. Fuck knows why I felt attracted to her, but I did. Once I’d eaten my burger, and she’d stolen most of my chips, we had even more wine.Finally, she announced that she had to go for a wee and stood up and almost fell sideways. I leapt up and grabbed her to hold her steady. I started to lead her out of the room to the ladies, making sure she didn’t fall. As we left, her friends laughed and made.