I was going slowly to which she told me to apply more pressure. And after that as a professional I moved from there and told her to lie on her back so...that I can massage her front. There I started from legs to thighs to abs to boobs at last. I applied oil on her boobs. Drop by drop around her areolas and nipples. Her nipples were hard and pointing like sharp pins. Slowly I started massaging her boobs. First left, then right, then both. I was pressing them against each other. She had closed her. Actually, I wasn't sure what the proper name for a guinea's nest was. I didn't know a lot about them, but I did know that sometimes they would lay their eggs in a sort of community hole in the ground, and that was what Mita had found, promptly removing every egg except for three or four. Seems like it was common knowledge if you took all the eggs the guineas would find a new nest, but if you left a few they would use the same one.That knowledge was new to me. Even though I knew what guineas. But we saw little of the real Francis in the next couple of weeks as we were all so busy. Donovan was back at home for the vacations, or holidays as he now called them. And Francis was busy with his three grown children who’d returned home to make sure their dad was okay and not too lonely.The only contact we had with Francis in the month after the fundraiser was when Sue went to the shelter. Being an operating room nurse, Sue was luckier than many of her colleagues. Only emergency procedures. We were so busy last week that I ain’t given you no lovin’ in a while.”“Hey, that’s right!” I said. “It’s all your fault. A man has his needs!”“And you’re needier than most,” Liz laughed.“Your parents are coming in tomorrow,” I pointed out.“Yep,” Liz said. “It lets me live out another fantasy from my teenage years. I always wanted to sneak you into my bed while they were sleeping next door. Now I will.”“You’re bad,” I told her.“But I’m so good when I’m being bad,” she answered. “I love you.”“I.