”We sit down just as Neil finishes marking the last test. He gets up, handing Moira and Dahlia their tests back, saying, “Congratulations, ladies,...Trent. You are now officially members of the Vancouver Island MESNA Club.” He then addresses Carol, saying, “I’m sorry to say, you didn’t make it, but you were close. If you’re interested, we allow two more tries. I’m sure you will make it next time. If you hadn’t taken so long going back to double-check everything, you would have made it.”“Great,. I was almost tongue-tied as I had never been in such a state before or after marriage. I did notice on road or at gatherings males staring at my erect boobs or my swaying hips, but not such deliberate thing ever happened. Ramlal must be gaping at my full ass now as I was facing the wall. I remembered while I was combing my hair in our bedroom once, my husband commented ‘looks a big ripe pumpkin darling’ looking at my petticoat-covered ass. I do not know if Ramlal was thinking the same. My. I curled my fingers around the thick rubber insulation of thepower cord."What are you ..." Jackson began. "Charlie! No! Don't touch the ..." Hiswords were drowned out as I gritted my teeth and shoved the connectingring more securely in its socket.The millisecond the connection returned to its completely secure position,the gentle thrumming sensation running up the arm touching the windowturned from "vibrant massage" to "direct lightning strike".A cacophony of explosions took place behind my. I mean, it was my brother for fuck's sake! But as she reached down to wipe, she noticed she was wetter than usual. A lot wetter. Her brother walking in on her made her wet. No, she thought. It was just a lot of piss that's all. In the back of her mind, though, she knew her pussy couldn't lie to her.Angela needed a shower. It was her way of washing her body and mind clear of all these.