.” was all she could say. Then she leaned just a fraction against Guy. That was not the right way to get out of this situation. She knew that. But�....But it just..happened. She shook her head, slowly. Two hands on her tits now. One hand wandering down over her belly. This could NOT be true, this just wasn´t happening!Both sides of her neck was being kissed now, by two different men. Her legs collapsed and she dropped to her knees. Finally got rid of the palette and pushed it away, let it slide. “Mustafa is such a beautiful child. When you were gone, I just held him, and he burped, can you believe it? His first burp. He cried a little, so I made him some warm milk, and then he slept in my arms. I kept thinking how great this child will be, and yet now he’s so helpless. He needs me, and more than anything, he needs you too.”“I’ll spend some time with him tomorrow. We have plenty of time.”“But you must cut out the drinking. What would Mustafa say about the drinking?”“He’s not old enough. Rana was beside herself with joy. His hands ... his marvelous hands ... how would they feel on her flesh ... her breasts ... her... But though his hands moved close to her breasts and her crotch, they did not make direct contact; at least not yet.This was fantastic, he told himself. Her eyes were closed, her face a picture of sensual pleasure; her head tipped back slightly as he continued with this fairly platonic body massage. He could feel her skin through her clothes: soft in some ways, yet. ” With that I knelt on the floor behind her and started stroking the backs of her legs from her ankles to her knees. Her bottom started to slowly squirm and she pressed herself against the wall more firmly.My hands explored further pushing up the short skirt and exposing her round backside covered by her sexy Edwardian panties. I leaned forward and started to kiss the bared flesh above her panties meanwhile sliding my hands around to the front of her thighs and caressing the inside of.