I was already imagining what was going to happen when we got to our destination. I gently cupped her breasts through her t-shirt, feeling her tight ni...ples through the thin fabric. She rested her head back against my shoulder and kissed my jaw. I unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slid my hand into her pants. I parted the hot, swollen, soaking wet, lips of her pussy and drew my finger through her slit. She arched her back, gasping, and I shushed her. I teased her, slowly exploring and savouring. Most of the bedrooms were occupied with couples looking for some privacy, though most of the doors were open. When we got to one room and peeked in I stopped. This was the first room without any guys in it, there were two women laying on the bed. The first women was laying on her back with her back slightly arched holding one of her boobs in her hand slowly spinning her fingers around her nipple. Her legs were spread wide, bent at the knee and her toes were pointing down. Her other hand was. Ah ... well, 'bout wot yew can do."Amanda tilted her head. "Do?"Bessa wrung her hands. "'bout... 'bout yer, ah, skills."Amanda looked confused. "He did? But we didn't do anything."Bessa smirked. "Heh, yeah, I know that. But 'e found out from 'alno."Amanda recalled the conversation she had heard between Halno and Marris. "Oh, yes, that," Amanda said in an uncertain voice."So, it's true, roight?" Yes, it's true."Bessa bit her lower lip. "Ah ... so ... is it ... is it something yew like t'. Sister Annamaria was almost overwhelmed by the friendliness of the Emir’s wives to whom she was formally introduced. It did not surprise her that there was more than one; she had assumed that country, if not the Emir himself, had the Moslem tradition of up to four wives. When two of the wives were English and clearly not oppressed or unhappy, she felt just a little more reassured that this incredible situation was perhaps another of God’s mysteries, and an opportunity.The children were like.