My best bud lived across the street from me. His mom, Rose, was like a second mom to me. Rose and I were pretty close. She was a short little Hispanic...woman, not over five foot tall and chubby, like a ball with arms and legs. She had always flirted with me from the day I met her. Alot of innuendos and stuff like that. I was never attracted to her sexually so I guess that is why I was so comfortable with her. One day it was just Rose and I talking in the kitchen and she made a comment about sex. But before that, I’ll give you a breast massage, as you told me about the pain in the breast.Arshiya was now caught in her own words. She was getting a massage because she told regarding breast pain. She was worried now that wetness inside her pussy could get worst during the massage. It would be impossible for her tiny ultra-thin brown panty to hide her inhibition.The doctor took the massage gel. He asked Arshiya to pull her legs up on the deck chair, get on her knees, and lean forward.. My G-strip begins to descend down my legs very slowly and each foot is lifted up to remove the garment. I feel a slight touch on my thigh moving towards my wet pussy. Slowly, fingers start to separate my lips and rub around to distribute my wetness all over. I let out a slight moan and close my eyes as the wet fingers are roaming around my clit. Without any hesitation Jason plunges his fingers deep inside my shaven pussy. I can’t contain my excitement at this point and I bite my lower lip as I. I’d catch someone’s eye and they would smile, put a hand on the small of my back, the other on my arm, and just say, “It’s good isn’t it?” “Wow,”Sight, sound, Justine, and touch—everything was better than before. Just for a few moments, two bodies may synchronize. Mine and Nathan. Justine and Yael. Yael and me. Nathan and a stranger. I’d put a hand flat on their belly, and they’d be electrified from this simplest of contacts, while my hand became a conduit of the animistic spirits emanating.