She asked me to open my dhoti and my cock was all erect there. She rubbed some turmeric on it and washed my lund with gangajal (the water of holy gang...). Then she started to stroke it. It was overwhelming.My own mother jacking me off. I couldn’t hold on for long and ejaculated soon. She took my semen and smeared it over the linga. Then, she said that the ritual is complete and she thanked me for helping her. I went to my room and slept. I had a strange dream at night.A half naked woman. Belowher, her breasts quivered slightly and swayed. The palm stroked slowly- forward and back. Forward and back. Nested between her lower lips, aninvisible bundle of nerves buzzed happily with each stroke, tucked intothe safety of puffy lips.The hands left for a moment, and Jesse could see Victoria in themirror, shimmying into a familiar strap-on harness. Jesse waited, andVictoria approached. Her hands reached and rested onto Jesse's hips,holding her and tilting her rear back, slightly.. Spending time together in a way we’d never totally allowed ourselves to before. I took her to the hidden beautiful places, places painters had made careers of smearing colored oils on canvas to represent. Sneaking in after dark, long after close I took her down close to the water. The sounds of the waves mixed with the wind through the leaves of the trees. On the moss covered hill, under the dim moonlight she didn’t resist. Sensual and slow, even with nearly a year of pent up need. Kissing her. . it is more than that. When he is with one of us, we all tend to feel it.”Susan, who had been listening, offered, “Kei is new to the harem, but she’s already beginning to feel what the rest of us know. More and more, we sense each other’s orgasms, even when we aren’t touching. It started with Diana, but all of us are slowly being included. And as she implied, there is more. A person can’t be jealous of themselves, and well ... somehow, we seem to have become almost one person. Oh, we all have.