In the afternoon, mother sat in the hall in front of full length mirror, asked me to apply warm coconut oil to her hair and massage. I applied oil to ...very strand of her silky long hair, feeling its smoothness. Not surprisingly, my cock became rigid. I massaged her head, her face and neck, her fat arms, hands, feet and calves with oil. I sat between her legs; she raised one of her leg, placed on a stool, pulled her saree and petticoat up. I was instructed to apply oil to her fat thunderous. ’ Tim nodded. ‘Ria, I understand what you’re saying. But you’re not just ‘any other person’.’ He hesitated. ‘I couldn’t say before, when you were… what you were. I knew you might have to go back at any time, and there was nothing I could do about it. But now…’ He reached for my hand. ‘Now I can tell you. Ria, I love you.’ I felt my eyes begin to brim with tears, glad that this was one part of being human I’d been able to know in advance. The tears spilled down my cheeks, and Tim traced their. It was a rendition of the sex book of ancient times known as Kamasutra but it was all pencil drawn pictures of many positions and poses of sex act, showing men and the women in fucking moods and modes. I had not taken this book out of the secret hiding place thinking that it was safe there because if my mother has seen all that; she might had burnt all of the stash. After fingering through the pages every night before sleeping for the obvious reasons, I carefully hid the book at the bottom. He put the incense out there too. The pot aroma filled the room and she took one more puff. Any more would have dulled her senses instead of heightening them.When she tilted her head back, she felt her husband’s knees between hers. His kiss was soft, brushing her lips ever so slightly. His nudge turned her head one way and her ear and neck got attention. He’d picked up from Jerome’s chatting habits the words she heard.“Oh, wow, Geoffrey. We have a prize here, don’t we? Yes, kiss that neck, then.