"No, no more, please! Please let me go home!" she cried, sobbing, her chest heaving as she gulped in the sordid air. Her limbs ached and refused to re...pond to her commands."It's us, it's OK. Your Dad's here. Nikki's in the front with her Dad. Rebecca's beside you!" Lauren's head was swimming. She heard all the things that she had wanted to hear since everything seemed to go wrong. Familiar voices, the movement of the car, the touch of Jim as he stroked her hair all consoled her. But she. .. that is, we could satisfy each other. Instinctively I knewmy husband would never understand. Nevertheless, I continued to beobsessed with sensual, sexual living. Some sex was never enough, neither was a lot. I was always ready formore, always wanted more. I love having sex. I love fucking. I love tobe fucked. I love any form of sex. Dr. Martin says that it is simplytracable to the fact that I had sex while very young... and to the factthat I found it to be was very good. The. It is my special time of the month ... I am fertile. Go to the lagoon and take a bath and come back to me. We are going to spend the next two days making love, and hopefully, making babies."Thomas almost fell off the porch in his haste to get to the lagoon. He washed in record time and hurried back to the hut. By that time it was dark except for small torch lights showing him the way inside. Inside the hut smelled of multiple flowers and coconut oil. It took him a moment for his eyes to adjust.. “I’ll give you an enema,” I whispered in her ear as I slowly stroked her asshole.“What the hell is that?” she asked me as she squeezed her ass cheeks in confusion.“Uhh,” I said trying to gather up the thoughts. “Kind of like when I clean your ass out.”I could tell she was confused like no other. As I kept moving it around, her hips stopped moving, but my finger kept remained at her area, slowly pushing in and out. My free hand at the time was in her front pocket.“What do you mean when you.