"Cindy nervously moved her mouth to the shaven mound of Skye. She could not believe what she was going to do. But yes, she felt her panties get wet in...the way Skye treated her.Before she got close, Sky reached out and pulled her face into her pussy."Show me what you have, good girl."Skye was already slippery, and Cindy's tongue immediately slid inside as Sky brought her head closer. Skye began to push, causing Cindy's tongue to simulate a good fuck. Cindy let Skye control the action as she got. They didn’t. They, still, aren’t that smart. They spend time together. She visits, he calls her. When he can arrange to visit her, he does. He cannot believe how happy he is around her, she loves him. She admits it to herself, again and again. She cannot deal a day without hearing him speak, seeing his face. She moves to kiss him, one day, he feels her lips close over his, and his hands move to her shoulders. He rises out of the chair, and feels his way onto the couch, large enough for them to. After stopping in Mecca, we are now headed to Medina to the Mosque of the Prophet to drop off another item from the diplomatic box. We were on the nice as hell Haramain High Speed Railway instead of an airplane because it was only 339 kilometers between the cities. Also, the security on the train wasn’t as high as on the plane. We had one more stop after this, but the security there was going to be hell - if we are going to get caught it will be there. Thank God we have a different strategy for. Natasha nodded, "I spotted Kev Hayles watching us as we were walking around." So?" said Helen, cocking her head to one side."Well, he was smiling before we started, it was as though he knew what was going to happen before we began," explained Natasha.Helen looked at her daughter and frowned, "That's a bit flimsy isn't it?" It is a bit," agreed Natasha, "but he's also taken to making eyes at Kirsty in the last week or so." Is that something new?" asked Helen, not quiet understanding her.