He was now stepping across the boundary from Benni's time to his own personal time. Standing up to stretch, Qi tried to work out the kinks in his spin... without touching the plants with his fingers. The fine whiskers on the plants were coarse and felt barbed when touched. He would rub his fingers or flick the pads with his thumbnail for minutes trying to rid himself of the sensations.For some reason, the strains of Apache Junction were ringing through his head. He could picture the wide vistas. Like a banana, she thought.Molly's balls hung heavily below her swollen shaft. Each one was the size of a tennis ball. She cupped her bloated babymakers and felt them churning, pregnant with sperm.Molly ran a finger across her piss-slit and brought it her nose.Even my cum smells like bananas, she thought. She stuck the finger in her mouth and suckled it hungrily. Delicious.From somewhere up ahead, Hannah called. "Hey Molly, are you still peeing?"Molly hurriedly bent down and picked up her. Unho nay tea mujahy di or mera samna hi baith gayeen, main tu bass unko daikhay hi ja raha tha, or phir eik dam hi unho na sharmindagi say kaha keh “Sorry Yaar” woh kabhi kabhi mujhay “Yaar” bhi keh diya karti thi.“Darasil last 7 yrs say alone rehnay ki adaat par gayee hi, bus ghar main aisa hi easy rehti hoon, balka kabhi kabhi tu kuch bhi nahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ……………” Main sharmindagi say kaha “k…….keh koi baat nahi”Mera Lora full khara ho chuka tha, Mayna jaysay tasa tea pee, “Par. I’ve been masturbating once or twice a day for several years now. What you’ve done is to give me a totally different perspective on sex. I hadn’t even considered the possibility of sacred sex before. From the talk I hear at school it seems most of the girls are not even coming to sex as an expression of love, far less as a sacred act. Some of the girls say that they don’t really enjoy it but are doing it anyway as a way to be accepted. That seems awfully sad to me. What you are doing is giving.