Yashika was staring at her ass, filled with lust.Yashika: Mom, don’t you think it has started to get cold. I was shivering earlier.Nidhi: Wait for m... to finish the work. I’ll take out your sweater later.Yashika: in the meantime, I guess I should look for another source of heat.Yashika came from behind and grabbed Nidhi, her hands going straight for Nidhi’s breasts.Nidhi: Yashika! What are you doing?While she thought- What is up with everybody grabbing me from behind?Yashika: What? I am just. As I laid there, sobbing seemed like they were over the fun already. They stood up and, as a parting gift, decided to bathe me with their piss. I had given up. As they drove away, I laid there ready to die. I prayed to God, the Devil, and even the ghost of the house to kill me already.M: You humans really shouldn’t throw away your gift of life so easily, you know. It’s something Negima like us crave for.I thought I was hearing an angel of death or simply hallucinating. It was a pleasant voice,. I should treat everyone with respect and kindness." "Maybe you need a reminder, young man, you know what to do, now get to it." I knew it was futile to argue, so I headed out to the barnyard, with a shovel, rake and wheelbarrow. Time to shovel cow shit and spread it in her garden. It is very hard to feel special when you are knee deep in cow shit. "God, I cannot wait to get off this farm, I thought, two more years." After about two hours of working in the garden, sweating profusely, smelling. "Look at her clit growing," laughed Chet, as they watched the proper young wife begin to squirm and moan as a result of the pleasure she was receiving from her own finger. The light reflected on the small droplets of moisture starting to form on Susan's pussy lips as she increased the tempo with her slim finger.The banging on the door startled the leering men as they backed away from Susan and sat down at the table while Henry opened the door. Susan's husband walked into the small motel room.