I looked at myselfin the mirror, unable to fathom why I chose to wear what I had. Therewas no doubt, I looked like a hooker. Every boy I passed at sch...olwould be after a piece of my ass. But my mind told me the look was notyet complete. I needed make up and would have to style my shoulderlength blond hair (changes had obviously continued as I slept). Igrabbed my hair straigteners and make up bag (were those mine?) andmade my way to the bathroom.At this point I had not looked closely at my face.. And I didn’t like it one bit. Luckily for me, and for my conscience, there was next to no contact between the two of them. My shower was big enough for more than two, maybe not four separately, but two pairs of guys fucking certainly. Oliver was so keen to re-ingratiate himself with me physically and sexually, he helped me wash my face and hair whilst doing the same to himself and mixing in a few tender kisses to get me all worked up. And it worked. The touch of another hot man was sending me. I look down, and with my other hand, pull the waistband away to look at myself. i shudder a little, watching myself tug on the hair that covers my mound. i love this, this place of pure sensation, teasing myself over into the place where pain can take over. i get to take myself there and sometimes i let katy take me there, too. i pull on the hair a little harder now and then let a finger into my dampening slit, just a little…not too much yet. i look up from my play and inadvertently catch a. "Its power alone has sustained me for a number of years now," my Grandfather said, "but even that can't hold back my end. Now son, I have written some instructions, you'll find them in the box ok. Use its powers sparingly, don't attract any attention to yourself, ok, then the orb will reward you with a good life. Now please go and tell Babs to come up."I drove home in somewhat of a daze, my body still tingling from the orbs touch. At the bottom of the old box was a small notebook, inside, hand.