I took this to my advantage and started rubbing between her ass while I was taking the jar I reached for the jar slowly.When I finally gave it to her ...he continued with her work.I waited there some more time thinking that she would call me again for some help but she didnt.I thought that she was intrested but I couldnt make it out from her face.I was sad and I went to the room where the kid was sleeping and placed my hand over the kid and started to sleep ,after some time I felt something soft. Instinctively, her fingers moved to her clit. She started to play with it. Gently at first, but soon her hand was moving furiously. Repeating motions she had practiced so many times. Very much like the fingering of a composition learned by rote, it was automatic. Grinning and crying and sweating, Iris listened to the music of her own breath.It was only moments before she could see the end. On the edge of climax, she ground against him, laying her head back on his shoulder to bite his neck.. I just held my tummy and that was the worst perhaps.Daddy left me there, getting up slowly and walking upstairs to his bedroom, probably to lie down. The motion spurred Mom into motion as well and she sat quickly next to me, her arms enfolding me, pulling me to her breast. There was no longer any hesitation or doubt for her. She was my mother and we didn't speak for some while."I'll make you some hot chocolate. Do you want some hot chocolate? I'll make some." Mom started getting up and I looked. The second man was reacting to the attack, and actually pulled his dagger.”“It’s called a Janbiya or, sometimes, khanjar, and it is a traditional dagger and is mostly ceremonial, though the Kurds have made something of a fetish over executing prisoners with theirs.” he interjected, looking thoughtful. “So, where did you get the knife you used to stab the fellow in the eye?”I told him that my attacker had withdrawn the knife to stab me again but that I had grabbed his hand. Angela had crushed.