She stood up and began to caress her body. As I watched my mind started to focus on her hands and how they were rubbing her breasts. I felt the mohair...yarn start to mold itself to my breasts. It began pulling and pressing until I could feel my own breasts molding into these giant breasts. They were huge. Then her hands traveled down to her crotch.My mind was going crazy now. She started rubbing her crotch then she positioned her hand like it was on a cock. My mind instantly thought of her. Her aunt took pause, staring at Rayna, then feeling her forehead: no apparent feverishness.(You see: Rayna suffered from a rare disorder that prevented her from perspiring, which would be great if she became a TV or film star, but it causes her to become feverish unless she constantly takes showers or baths, hence her affinity for cool ocean breezes and ofcourse, the water itself.The doctors agreed that, as long as she went there to go into the water and not just sun herself, the ocean beach. Mantouk, handed the sheaf of forms to Adams and Adams signed with a flourish, it was all in Arabic and could have been his own death warrant for all he knew which is why I never signed for her, and then all hell broke loose."Don't let them see you're flat chested," Adams hissed as we made a run for it trying to shield Donna as much as possible, and then we were outside facing a fusillade of flash bulbs.Lucy had organised a Taxi, the only surviving Lada outside a Russian museum and the driver. “Pick up that razor, will you please,” she said gesturing toward the sink, “I need to have a little trim.” I did as I was told and followed her back into the bedroom thinking how much I was enjoying ‘our game’ being played out. She unwrapped the towel, dabbed and rubbed herself before laying it out on the bed to sit upon it. She leaned back on her elbows and parting her legs exposed her beautiful pussy to me. She smiled to see that she had got my attention “Come on, don’t just stand there.