You know how difficult it is!! Remember we had not even kissed each other, not even once. Not yet. This tour was our best chance and we both knew it, ...n untold conversation. We had to hop on to a pre-arranged bus, an 8 hour journey to the location. It was 1:00 AM. The lights went down, most of our classmates were asleep as soon as they boarded the bus. A few others who were awake were couples whom everyone knew about and they were busy with each other. We were sure that they wouldn’t mind us.. They felt full, firm and soft -- the perfect set of tits any woman (and men) would beg for. Greg slightly loosened his grip on the towel, let it fall a little and managed to brush the smooth and icy cold skin of her breasts with his fingers. Meanwhile, Helen stood stoned for about 5 seconds before realizing the situation she was in. It happened too quickly, and within a blind of an eye, she has let a man (or was she being forced?) rub her breasts. She stood still and let the man in front of her. ‘I heard you arrive and was standing on the other side ofthe door, listening to your breathing with gaps when I guess it was time to recheck your watch. Come in and welcome.’ Lisbet reached up and kissed his cheek. ‘Leave your carry bag in the hallway, we’ll fix up later as dinner is ready.’ Although this was only the second time they’d met, they had fallen into an easy informality. At 6:10 on the first morning after Lisbet had visited the Watch-station he called, waking her. She’d said she was. The funeral was to take place the following day and the new Emir had ordered all the sons, acknowledged or otherwise, of the late Emir to be at the funeral. The Ambassador volunteered that he could not possibly advise the Prince whether he really should attend or not.Discussing this curious comment with his mother, the Prince decided that it might be dangerous to be in Kobekistan for the funeral, as the new Emir Mustapha was known to have plotted against his own father for many years and might.