Jump in,’ I replied. He opened the back door, pushed his pack across the seat and climbed in beside it. He was trying to get to Melbourne, another 9...kms past our place. I said we could drop him at the highway exit where we turn off for our village. At first, I asked all the questions. Willi – or ‘Villi’ as he called himself, was in his mid-forties and was travelling to visit f****y. He’d been most of the way across Australia, loved the wide open space, thought the sky went on forever and was. I’m happy that this is the perfect time for enjoying my beautiful aunty. She told me to sit down and she offered me a glass of water.I got a naughty thought and pulled aunty’s hand and poured the water on her boobs on top of the saree. She got shocked but happy with my intention. I can see that on her face. The wet saree which is already transparent got almost touching to her skin and boobs are ready to come out of the bra and ready to get into my mouth. Even her navel is so sexy and deep that. ’ I stopped talking as in remembered something I’d almost forgotten. ‘You what?’ Helen prompted. ‘We made love on that Friday morning and, and when we, er, finished. She said that she loved me. I’ve just realised she said something that I didn’t quite hear. You know, I’m thinking now, that she must have said ‘forgive me!’ I told you, she said some funny things in the height of passion. Not the sort of things that women usually say.’ ‘What kind of things?’ her interest obviously piqued. ‘I’m not. Since I always sleep in the raw, I discreet pulled the sheets over my midsection. What came in that door was something out of an erotic wet dream. She was an exquisite young black goddess of a woman, tall and lithe except for a set of oversized knockers. She was wearing a sort of sarong like they have in the South Pacific, and it could barley restrain the press of her tits as she glided across the floor with a breakfast tray. A bright pink orchid gleamed in her hair which was wrapped beneath.