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CHAPTER
THIRTY:
Aunt Hillary’s flight was fixed for the 16th
of July 1994, three weeks after our visit to the Ambepussa Rest House. Aunt
Hillary did actually go to Colombo once during those three weeks but it with
our driver Charley. I had a meeting with a group of foreign delegates who
visited the estate on that day thus I missed escorting her. The rest of the
days were spent as usual; the both of us cuddling and engaging in small sex
acts every night on our rear corridor bench.
On that Friday, the night before she was to leave
us, was a very emotional for both of us.
“Cross my heart darling, you are the best lover I’ve
had in my life so far and it will continue to be so until the end of my life.
True! Bill is the one who opened up me to Adventurous love making, but even he
could not give me some of the pleasures that you have given me during the last
two-three years. May be it tasted more because it was an illicit-forbidden
love? But some of those moves you make have made me run over the moon my darling.
Sometimes you have made me cum just by putting your lips on my feet soles. That
was amazing. And that thing you do with the tip of your tongue to my anal bud?
oh! That sensation cannot be described in words!” Aunt Hillary said kissing me
as we were approaching the bench.
“Please, for one last time do those things to me.
First put the tip of your tongue in my ass hole and draw it up along the
perineum to my pussy. Then tickle my clitoris. Move up along my legs and lick
my foot soles with the full width of the blade of your tongue; in one go from
bottom to top leaving a slim coat of saliva over the rippled foot soles of mine.
And finish it with sucking and plucking my toes with your lips” Aunt Hillary
said seductively sitting on the edge of the bench and lifting her nighty while
putting her legs up in the air.
I knelt in front of her, raised her bottom with my
hands and licked from her ass to pussy as requested. Then I stood and licked
her foot soles. She shivered in excitement.
“Wow son! That’s your specialty. You’ll drive any
woman crazy in this world by those moves of yours. Remember to treat that lucky
girl who would become your future wife to this. She would always love you” Aunt
Hillary said pulling me on to the bench and hugging me.
“I’m still confused Aunty. Tell me how I’ll find
this ‘future wife of mine’ who would like all these things I do. I can’t just
go interviewing all prospective candidates till I find the right one, can I?” I
asked jokingly.
“Pretty simple, just the way you found me. Leave it
for time and fate to decide. Don’t push after it too much. Just get on with
your life. You’ll find her. It may be through a proposal or through mere coincidence;
you two will first develop an acquaintanceship.
Then go on to develop a trustful understanding with each other. All that
would be driven by instincts. You both would feel that you have found the right
partner the very first moment the subject of a common future together comes up.
Nothing else matters. Not even what your horoscopes says. What matters are
trust, understanding, mutual respect and commitment from there onwards? I do believe in astrology to an extent though
I don’t allow my life to be based on it. I merely use it just as a guide when I
go clue-less and get so confused that I can’t choose between two equal
opportunities. And also I use astrology to understand life backwards. According
to my calculations, at the moment you are passing is the best period of your
life. All the brightest stars are shining on you right now and it will be so
for another five-six years. You are going to find your life partner in another
three-four years and get married. You’ll live a happy and contended life
thereafter. I might not live long to see your children I’m afraid. But I’m sure
you’ll be always be grateful towards me” Aunt Hillary kissed my forehead
lovingly. There were tears in the eyes of both of us.
“Wait! I have a small gift for you” saying she
tip-toed to her room and came back with a box in her hands. It was the pair of
transparent mules I presented her a few months ago on her fiftieth birthday.
“Don’t think wrong of me for returning this back to
you. It’s not at all that I don’t like them or anything. I love these mules.
It’s just I don’t feel wearing them for anyone else than you. And if my
predictions are right, these ‘glass shoes’ would perfectly match the
“Cinderella” of your life. Don’t think of it too much. Just keep them in
remembrance of me for the time being. If they happen to match the feet size of ‘Cinderella’,
give them to her and say it was a gift from ‘one Aunt Hillary’; a ‘Sex-Guru’
you knew” she laughed.
“Actually Aunty, if I meet this ‘Cinderella’ one day
as you say, shouldn’t I tell her about you and me?” I asked.
“Yes, sooner or later you’ll have to be very frank
with her. It’s better to have no secrets with each other. Mutual trust is very
important. Once you reach a certain level of understanding between each other
tell her about our encounters. Not all at once may be? but gradually as time
and opportunity comes. May be you can just mention me as your “Sex Guru” at the
beginning. But it would be impossible for you to keep my identity hidden from
her for too long. The most important thing is to get her promised not tell any
of this to your mom. As long as she’s okay with it, I don’t mind you telling
her anything. I only wish I was around to explain things to her if she happens
to have any doubts. If needed just give her my number and ask her to talk to
me. I’ll give her an excellent recommendation of you” She said laughing.
It was the last night I made love to Aunt Hillary.
Mom and I took her to the airport next morning. We were all in tears at the
departure terminal. Mom after a long time hugged me tight and wept in silence
pressing her face on my chest. I was surprised because I didn’t see mom so
fragile even at my father’s funeral. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and
consoled her.
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