Musing on a story he had heard recently, that the new Emir had visited the Royal barracks on a surprise inspection and had then visited the Other Rank...' Brothel with a Rifleman, Ramzy El-Najjar marvelled at the inventiveness of his fellow countrymen. It would be wholly in character that the impulsive young man would suddenly visit the barracks, but he was far too sensible of the political and social niceties to visit an inferior brothel. As for taking one of the women back to the Golden Palace,. "My mother gave me a special necklace, which you've been wearing everymorning for a while now. And I've been wearing it for the rest of theday. It knows both of us very well now. It is said that if the wearertruly wishes, with all their heart, to assume the shape of another knownto the necklace then it will grant that wish. I know you don't believeit, and I'm not sure I do either, but wouldn't it be fun to try! Wecould be like twins for a day."Despite my captivated state, as she continued. Janet turned round and shuffled backwards until her massive backside engulfed my face, I panicked as my airways were cut off by her bulk, but thankfully she moved back a bit further until I could just breathe, but it positioned my nose right up her arse. I tried to move my head to one side but she was to heavy and her weight on my nose cartiledge was really uncomfortable."Ooh Kathleen, I have got his nose right up my bum", she chuckled. "Well move a bit" ! "Not bloody likely it feels good".. But outside, walking the street after the parade was when it really got interesting. Helen seemed to be in nearly a constant state of blush until even she finally attained a level of acceptance and comfort with it. We didn’t take ten steps from one spot to another before someone or a group would ask to take our pictures. Helen softly said to Mom and me, “Very bold and brazen aren’t they?” Guys and gals were taking pictures from all angles around us and asking us to turn this way or that. Some.