" She felt more self-conscious, actually trying it, than she had expected. Obviously her dad had never watched her touching herself, and she felt awar... of his gaze despite the fact she was somewhat pretending. It was only somewhat pretending, though - obviously her fingers were making contact down there - she had to, otherwise the shape of her hand pushing out the cloth didn't really look right. In any event, she found herself experiencing quite a bit of physical arousal as she did it, which. She could feel the tight bunches of muscle beneath her hands and she worked them magically, feeling them relax, loosing their hold on his mind. She spent a good 20 minutes on his back alone, finally moving to his neck and shoulders.Moans of contentedness occasionally rose from his near-limp body. She turned him over, unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, then started on his pecs. Kneading, soothing, now teasing a nipple, running her hands over his stomach, back up to tweak again. The. 'What do you mean I healed her' she chuckled softly with more than a hint of a growl and then was gone.Standing on the stone breakwater watching the horizon, Ian's long coat flapped around his legs, pushed by the ever-present icy wind coming off the North Sea.The call had come in a little over 2 hours ago, Nicholas was his usual condescending self, informing Ian when and where he would be landing in England and then abruptly hanging up.Millie had not been happy when he told her where he was. I was stunned and she went on to wash the utensils. When she came to broom my room I was reading my hand and she asked me whether you can read her hand as she is not happy with her husband as he never gives her money and she alone has to feed the children. I said why not and made her sit on my bed as I was half lying on the bed I took her hand and she had to bend herself little bit so that I can see her hand carefully.I asked her that she may not get embarrassed if I ask for something, she said.