Her massage skills were excellent too. My body was responding well to her machinations, the tightness in my back and legs easing as Camilla worked her...fingers and hands through the muscles. I was quite impressed – I had received a number of massages over the years, and had to admit that Camilla’s was one of the best. I felt her touch draw away, and heard a rustle of fabric. Wondering what was going on, I started to speak, but then felt more warm oil on my back, and another touch – her naked. ? She was tall and near beautiful with dark eyes, wide hips and graceful hands. She and her mother, in defiance of local disapproval, wore the hijab, the traditional Muslim headscarves.?Despite their modest clothes, the breasts of both women were prodigious. Edina’s tits were the size of large gourds and without her bra, hung halfway to her waist. Jasmina, who wore a large cup bra before her pregnancy, could barely fit her mammaries into a huge nursing bra now that she was feeding Ajten, who. She gazed into her reflected eyes, and grinned. “I know that you’re watching,” she mouthed silently.She shook out her hair, giving herself a wild mane, and then leaned forward into the mirror. She propped herself up against the front wall and stared at herself, licking her lips. “If you work with me, you will get so much more than lunch,” she silently over-enunciated.Tricia then took a deep breath and undulated her torso, thrusting her big breasts forward towards the mirror. She stared directly. If they ever checked the phone bill they'd question why 50 calls were made on the same day! That night Ashley and I talked about the plans, who was going to come and what we needed? The list consisted of the usual party gear, beer, wine coolers, burgers, dog's etc.The morning of the party was a sunny day, warm and dry not typical Long Island weather in June. The pool was heated, the backyard cleaned and the music was kickin. Her friends started arriving around 11am. It was amazing to see all.