"Certainly not what I expected to find."I opened the refrigerator and looked inside. I saw a half empty carton of milk, a jar of strawberry jelly, thr...e bottles of Budweiser behind some bread-and-butter pickle chips, half a loaf of white bread, one English muffin, a quarter of a yellow onion in a plastic bag, a nearly empty jar of olives and, in the vegetable bin, some wilted cilantro and ginger, vestiges of a happier time, and curiously enough, six pre-cooked pot-pies still nestled inside. I was almost speechless at that revelation. She said that it was due to a Tantra massage and session she had. I had never heard of such, so Rashmi gave a few details and urged me to have a similar session. I was stunned that she was suggesting that I have an intimate massage with someone who was not my husband. During the next week, we talked more about her massage experience and she provided more details of what happened to and for her. She went on to say that her husband had also had a Tantra. The wood products aren’t either. It’s only those things that are imported,” Dymphna pointed out to her older Sister.“But all of the nice things that interest us are imported,” Sererena pointed out to her younger Sisters.“We can’t help that,” Dealla and Dymphna replied.As we left, we got a much better look at the fine houses on the large lots just outside of the town. They were mostly two and three story houses of brick, with an occasional one of wood. They were similar in appearance to some of. Something about her brazenness and rough treatment caused me to orgasm again as I tasted the remaining ass juice on the dildo.Ariel jumped off me, took off the strap-on, and ran off to the kitchen, returning with a couple of sports drinks. Finally relieved and contented, we went back to Ariel's story, and her first encounter with Malcolm:She reminded me that she had opened her bedroom door a bit wider, so her mother wouldn't miss anything. She wanted her mom to enjoy watching all the things.