She and my mother had been at university together in England, and had remained close friends throughout their lives. Aunty Sarah was divorced, thirty-...ine, generous hips and breasts, lovely face and a very welcoming personality. Her home was large and sumptuous, with numerous bedrooms and eight servants.On my first day I rose early, showered and went downstairs to hunt for some food. I found the kitchen and the cook provided me with an excellent breakfast. Just as I was clearing my plate the. She had a monitor and VCR to play the tapes I left her. She had the sun and the moon and the birds, snakes, lizards and insects to keep her company.Several things were missing. They were things she wanted. There was no telephone, no lights, no computer, no mirror to watch herself, no makeup, no clothes to wear, no sharp objects or razors, no ropes, no radio or TV. Most importantly, there was no exit.It had been fifty-five days since I last saw her. This was my third visit to her in the one. Now for the big action with nothing to stop me.I saw her saree-fall had again gone astray sweeping the floor. I picked it up very confidently and brought it up to her abdomen from where I’d have to struggle pushing it under her heavy ass as many times as it had been wrapped around her waist. Step by step I managed to completely discard the whole long saree off her waist. I just couldn’t believe that even with such vigorous moves of mine she was totally unaware of the whole thing.I thought in. Well me and the friend we hang out with sometimes (Doug) had not been as lucky as our peers and had started to talk about pornos we'd seen instead. It then occurred to me that I had a porn DVD in my car and asked Doug if he'd want to check it out. He said sure and we began the trek to my car.We got down to my car (parked in front of his house on his long private drive) and found the porno when I went out on a whim and said to him,"Hey man, it's too bad we've never gotten any from any girls, we.