She was not in sleep; still, she didn’t try to sit straight. This gave me more courage and just tried to caress her head slowly, this time she adjus...ed her head little bit so I could reach her earlobes easily. Now I started to brush her earlobes with my one finger and she leaned more towards my hand. Now I could touch her face, slowly I moved my fingers towards her face and feeling her smooth skin. Slowly I put four fingers on her face and caressed her softly. By this time bus stopped for a tea. His hand eased into her underwear and stuck his finger into her tight pussy. Gasping, Natalie rolled off his body next to him and opened her legs. Once he had taken off her thong, she squeezed her eyes closed tightly as his fingers travelled over to her clit. He rubbed it faster and harder as Natalie clawed at his body, unable to think of anything except the intense pleasure. She arched her back, her whole body quivered as the orgasm shook her body. After what felt like hours her heart slowed. What am I saying? This is totally mind boggling. Are we dreaming?" Well, if it is a dream," June answered in her deeper voice, "we're sharing the same dream, because I see you as a very lovely, sexy, and alluring female. How do you see me?" Why?" Phil questioned, suspiciously."Just curious, mainly," June responded, then pressed. "Come on, tell me what you see and feel when you look at me. It could be important, after all." To your ego," Phil muttered under his breath, then gave June's new. He had quickly become the old lady’s adopted son. Granted, it was a commonplace for Greek matrons to call anyone young, my child, but he felt that the old lady said it with genuine affection. The door clicked open and he was immediately greeted by the rich aroma of fried fish and garlic. Before him the long vaulted corridor arched elegantly away drawing his eye towards Kyria Zenia’s lovingly tended row of basil standing in the brilliant sunshine. Almost a sacred plant to the Greeks, he had.