.." It's easy to forget -- believe me." Mae poured it into the red bag and then held it under the tap for another filling."You just let the water run ...ver the soap, then," I remarked."Yeah ... It's plenty. I tried some liquid castile once but it was too harsh. This give me the results I want."Mae dumped the contents of the pitcher into the bag and handed it to me. She picked the bar of soap from the pitcher and set it in its box. Then, she attached a douche nozzle to the end of the hose."You're. I take him to the edge a few times. He is sweating, the heat rising off his body, he is begging me for release, and to be honest, my pussy is hot and dripping just from the sounds of him moaning. I need to feel him inside of me. And I need to feel him now. I stop suddenly. He gives me this shocked look, but I raise up, get down on all fours, head down, ass up. I say in a low voice, ‘Come get your Christmas present baby.’ Well, I didn’t have to tell him twice. He jumps off the bed like a man. Heck, I even remember being bathed in the kitchen sink, then sitting on the counter being dried off. I don't know why I can remember everything but I do. Other kids I have met can hardly remember anything of their youth.I remember everything so clearly, I remember being wakened as I lay sleeping in my bed, hearing my mother screaming things in her bedroom right next to mine. Only two glass French doors separated our bedrooms. They had curtains that covered the glass, but the curtains were on my. " Iwalk by the hallway mirror and I see my reflection. I am not wearing apink girlie tee shirt; I am wearing a little girl's dress. If I turn thewrong way, you can see my panties, the dress is so short. I turn to theleft then to the right, and I now see Pam standing behind me in themirror.I feel Pam playing with my long hair as I stare at her through ourreflection. "Okay enough of you staring at yourself in the mirror. Yoursister and your friends are waiting for you at the park, so let us go..