Mine is of rose quartz, pink, like my gem. Fresh pressed cane juice is added to my tub. Like the cane, I am sweet and earthy. I am my Master’s pear....He tears into me, as if freshly fallen from the tree, split and protruding. The hot water relieves my thighs and hips when he loves me deeply. Accepting and nurturing his seed, in months, I labor along with my sisters, in the living waters. My love is our Master’s favorite. She is the color of cinnamon, long dark hair resting at the swell of her. With Sara on my right and Keri on my left, they led me to the bed "May we present to you on her 15th birthday, the lovely lady Samantha. She came into this room a girl, but will leave a woman." I am not the sentimental type but it had me hard.I remained standing as the two woman lay down beside Sam, while each began to kiss her neck and face, all while caressing her from head to toe. Her legs slowly opened like a flower and once Keri did her tonguing ritual to get everything down there nice and. ’ I don’t say it back since I’m confident he knows and I want to enjoy the moment. I lay there until my guilt over being late enters my mind. Regretfully, I move my head and kiss his cheek and say, ‘I really need to go.’ He nods and I get up from the couch and he follows. The man never lets me leave without walking me out, even if it’s ten degrees out. It’s one of the reasons I love him so much. I lead the way to the door, making sure he’s behind me so I don’t let extra cold in the room. I. Tya divshi mi ghari pohochlo sandhyakali 7 vaajta, majhya mummy ni mala sangitla, “Rashmi cha breakup zhala aahe tila traas deu nakos.”‘incest’ hya vishayaa cha mi solid fan aahe. Mala aaplyach naatya madhlya, jyanchya barobar kadhich sex shakya naahi ashya maamya, maavshya, ajjya, kaakya, aatya aani cousins baddal khupach aakarshan aaj pan vaat te. Rashmi cha break-up baddal mahiti padlya var mi tichyashi muddam khup changla vaaglo. Ti tashi mala khup ghabarte, pan tya divshi mi changla bolat.