Though she was young, today was her day, her rite of passage into womanhood. Around her in the round, columned bathing chamber were her attendants, wo...en who served the palace and its royal family. Each of them exemplified the ideals of motherhood of the land of Dharvhana under the light of Bharashta and set the example for what young women should hope to strive for physically as they aged. Aruna couldn't help but feel self conscious around them as they waded slowly into the steaming bath. I began with stroking her asshole with my thumb. I was on the table behind her. The kitchen lights were on and she was lit right up. Right in the middle of my fucking table like a turkey. A stuffed turkey. I massaged her wrinkly shit ring with my thumb for a couple minutes. I knew she loved it. Some girls like it when you play with their assholes and some don't. She did. I slipped two fingers into her damp pink slit and began moving them in various directions rather aggressively. Listening to. ” “Okay, Ice Queen. But if we lose this game let it be on your head or lack of giving same that it rests,” Sandy replied slipping into shoes with three inch heels that completed her ‘fuck me’ look. With that she left me and I left the dressing room alone. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Of course we lost the game. Sandy let it be known that it was my ‘lack of cooperation’ that caused Ron dismal performance that night. Three fumbles! What a klutz he was in that game. And with Sandy. When he instructed her to turn over, she rolled to her back and was not surprised to see his erection tenting the front of his shorts. Her breasts were exposed to his gaze, nipples pebbled in the breeze.She ached for his touch, and the short time it took for him to return his hands to her felt like agony. He started with her shoulders and ran hands down each of her arms. Her chest was heaving now, breath heavy with anticipation as his hands returned to coat her collarbone, moved down her.