It held a warm pool of water with a gentle jet feeding it from the center, a small shell-shaped shelf built into the wall occupied by a very dry oil l...amp and a pit filled with sand that also held four amphora. From the scent of one they were filled with oil and had their points jammed deeply into the sand to keep them upright. Next to the lamp's shelf was a much longer shelf cut into the wall some three feet deep and two feet off the floor. Just before what I took to be the sleeping shelf was a. I mean she could burn water. She just didn't have the knack for it. About the only thing she could do was make eggs for her husband. She could do something fancy and I so looked forward to breakfast when we were at their house. I just can't tell you how much fun it was there and how good her breakfasts were. Anyway, one year she was trying something new and grandpa had brought home bacon from the market as a special treat for the family that year. Well grandma just about burned the bacon but. I feltlike I have changed, that I am changing. Not sure where it will end butI know things are different for me now.David takes a step towards me and puts his arms around me, pulling meclose. "Eww, your still wet!" I say, pushing at him. But I really don'tmind and I find my arms around him. He bends down and kisses me on theforehead, which makes me shiver. I feel his hands drop down to my waist,and I look up at him to see a smile at his lips, the ones that were sorecently on my own."Why. “You smell and taste as good if not better than before,” she said, turning her head to look at me.Her fingers travelled down again leaving a wet snail-trail in their wake and my pussy was filled again. They went in and out a couple of times before they came out completely. I thought she was going to taste them again, but I was wrong. She held her hand up and let them linger under my nose. It was a familiar smell that I knew well but never offered in quite that way. I knew what was expected and.