That flannel flashed between the legs, he could see her knuckles below the crutch as it slid back and forth. She twisted and the soapy flannel slid ov...r her narrow buttocks, and her arse, She rinsed the flannel and refilled the sink. Then she asked him to wash her back which in the tiny hut he could do without moving from the door. She took the flannel rinsed it again then held it out to him once more, she whispered, “remove the soap.” His hand shook as he took the proffered cloth and then. She had a circlet of gold, also adorned with pearls, atop her brow as well as gold and pearl earrings.I was starting to see a theme in her wardrobe, though I was ignorant of the possible meaning of what the theme was. Her face was soft and round as expected of a teenager, not yet free of the baby fat most lose during puberty. Her eyebrows are full but perfectly shaped over her oval-shaped eyes. Her eyes were a color of hazel I had never seen before; they were almost gold in colour. They. “We need to plan for the next assault Naci. The last worked far better than I hoped.”“I was glad to be of a little help, husband.” Naci replied with a large smile.“A little?” I said in surprise. “Naci, you were far more than a little help. I’d dare say that it went as well as it did, BECAUSE of you.”Naci’s head snapped up as she stared at me. Then she launched herself at me taking me, the chair and herself to the ground. Kissing my entire face, she suddenly stopped, standing, blushing. How are you feeling about all of this?”I was also tearing up as I replied, “I would do anything for you, Kate, and it makes me so happy to be sharing this with you. It’s hard for me to explain how arousing it is to be a part of your being bred by those masculine boys, especially knowing that because of your heightened sexuality and ‘heat’ condition, that you and the boys are fucking so feverishly because of the common, subconscious goal of impregnating you. That makes it even more special for.