I so needed to be touched. My soul was crying for it and the anticipation was unbearable, then at last I felt a gentle caress where it was so longed f...r. At first just a hand holding me with just the feeling of warmth and being held. I could not hold still, my body had a mind of it's own and I started pushing against my lover's hand. Then the caressing started so subtly , just exploring, wanting to learn every detail of my pussy which was opening like a flower on a spring morning, and wet. She stood and put her hoodie back on. She made an educated guess about where the camera would likely be, and moved into position to partly block it. She squatted over the hand the woman had used on her panties. Using two fingers of that hand, she poked a large hole in the panties from the inside out, then ripped them open from there. Discarding them for a moment, She moved the hand up to where it would be somewhat visible, and pretended to try and find a pulse at the wrist. She shook her head,. It was time to be real, to be Muslim and to be Fatima! She got up with a determined look and marched out of her bedroom to help her mother in the kitchen.She was still helping her mother in the kitchen when their guests arrived. Fatima's mother told her to finish up with the tea while she went out to welcome the guests, and to also have a look at Ahmed Patels son. Fatima rolled her eyes and groaned inwardly at the amount of excitedness her mother portrayed. Her mother took off her apron, and. Rachel was still drying off from her shower before pulling on her white cotton nightdress, so my timing was spot on.Her little breasts were prominently begging to be nibbled but I simply smiled saying, “Time for nurse to apply that cream darling.”Seeing me dressed as I was, her lips pouted; she knew what I intended doing with her.“I don’t think I need it Mom; it’s stopped smarting now?”“That’s the cream working sweetie; so it needs just one last rub!”“Well, ... If it’s the last one I.