Back when I was a young man making my first sojourn away from my family, I settled briefly in Shreveport LA. I took up residence in a rear cottage of a home owned by a much older woman. She wasn't anything for looks but she had enormous breasts. I suppose all the heat and humidity would cause her to sweat under those udders and the skin would chafe. One day, as I was heading back to my abode after an afternoon of drinking and cards, she asked if I could rub corn starch all over, up and under those monstrous appendages . Apparently it was easier and neater if someone else did the job. That explained a lot for me because when I first met her, I thought she either liked powdered sugar or she was an old coke whore.
We ended up in a symbiotic relationship when she noticed I sprouted a massive erection while rubbing corn starch on her titties. From then on, whenever I would apply the starch, she would jack me off. She never asked for me to reciprocate though if asked, I probably would have hit it. Even at a young age I was able to channel Shiva and imagine I was with someone else, a technique that served me well in prison. I could also imagine helping her out with a large, rooted vegetable or similar lingam. Good times, thanks for jogging my memory with the pic.