”After Ashley had washed her hands several times, she smelled them and wrinkled her nose. “Over here,” Jasmine called out to her. “Hold your h...nds out.”After dumping something black into Ashley’s hands, Jasmine added a bit of water. “Work that into your hands well before you rewash them; it will probably help to calm down the odor.”“But what is it? It smells like...”“Yep. Coffee grounds with some ground-up, nice smelling roots that Morales found. The combination seems to help with the smells.. You fulfilled my years thirst of lust….This was much better than my bedding night….thanks Sunny baby…We should do it again and again….”I said, ” Yes Rekha aunty, I also dreamed of fucking u…n fantasized about u… Its my dream come true moment….Thanks to you Rekha….”I also asked her whether she would get pregnant or not, so she told me not to worry because she has been operated.Later around 20-30 minutes , I insisted Rekha aunty for doggy style and she agreed. She started to lick my dick again to. Creating surrealistic images from ever day objects was a passion of mine I had always had, and my inspiration usually came post orgasm. Primarily because that was when my mind was the clearest.Without my husband home, I had no choice but to induce some self pleasure. So here I sat on the couch surfing the net for the spark to ignite my creative blaze. I had to admit though, as I was skimming the videos it was becoming longer and longer for me to get a rise. Usually by page 2 of the creampie. It was my hymen. I had forgotten that. At the bottom there was a link for stimulation. Hoping it would work I clicked the mouse. It worked. The whole page was how women and men could stimulate each other or themselves which was called masturbation. I read everything, twice. There were no drawings or pictures, but it was very de***********ive. I picked out my clothes for school tomorrow, a short skirt, tank top and knee high socks.On the bus there were the older girls sitting in back of me. They.