” She held up her breasts, delightful as ever. “But this one entered this world, serene as the Buddha, from my younger sisterÔs body. In any even..., I can no longer give birth so by our traditions the blood link would not be a prohibition to his helping me this way. Indeed, some might say it is the least he can do for me.”I popped my eye open, and of course Marta a saw me. “My dear, dear boy. Would you like...” she held up her breast. Well, there are some treats one never turns down.“Thank you. Her breasts gazed defiantly at me and her legs were slightly parted, so her crotch seemed to be looking at me too, but subtly, unconcernedly. She was a woman, I was a man, and men and women looked at each other before engaging in hand-to-hand lovemaking, just as people did with hand-to-hand combat. Same sort of interaction, but with a different purpose. I got the definite impression that Mandy wanted me to start something.I decided to turn the tables on her. I leaned back in my chair in the. She showed them where to wash up and then to five separate bed chambers on the third floor.Claire lay on the bed in the room Nuflo had shown her thinking about Diego. He was more than handsome or attractive; he was striking with full lips and a strong proud nose. His skin was burnished, a creamy brown and his hair was cut low, black and thick, the shiny waves hinting at springy curls if left to grow unchecked.The tingling of her body was almost unbearable. The time and the place for dealing. “That’s very kind of you,” she said, taking her seat.“Would you like a drink?” I asked, suddenly remembering my manners, “tea? … coffee?”She looked at the wine glass on the paving next to my chair and smiled. “One of those will do nicely.”“I’ll be right back,” I said breezily.I walked into the kitchen and fumbled around looking for a clean wine glass. Something told me that grubby finger marks would not do. I couldn’t work out quite why I was feeling this way, but the woman had an undeniable.