She had no desire to visit the sheik's palace. She felt like she had been dropped into some cheap romantic novel. While the sheik was a tall, handsome...man with piercingly sexy eyes and raven-black hair, she did not want to be left with a stranger in a foreign land that had so many customs that she didn't like or understand. "Couldn't I just stay at the hotel?" she said nervously. "No, you may not. Women are not allowed to stay at hotels alone," he said. "I hope you will not embarrass me. It was a warm day for late March, sunny and bright, letting us hold the bake sale outside instead of in the gym. “You two are gorgeous.”“Mmm, my daughter is,” Mom said as we reached the padded divan that Priscilla had set up. My mother took my hands. “You’re going to enjoy us both.”Mom sat down on it then pulled me onto her lap. Our breasts came together, small and firm. Our nipples brushed. Incestuous tingles raced through my body. They electrified my flesh. I groaned, my hips wiggling from. " Well, I think it was -- primitive. And, sure, the noise scared me a couple of times. But, jeez, Sandy, there's a big difference between being startled, momentarily, by a sudden noise, and being threatened by a 95 mile-per-hour fastball coming at your head." You mean, because one instance of being frightened was clearly only a lab experiment." Well. I mean, I wasn't in any real danger from your noisemaker -- what the hell was making that noise, anyway?" It was a flat piece of metal --. I reached and rang the bell. She opened the door, I was amazed to see her. She was in shorts and a loose pink top with no bra.I entered the room and locked the door. She had lit up many candles and bought a bouquet of roses for me. I went close to her, looking into her eyes. I held her from her waist and pulled her towards me. This moment was so romantic. She was behaving as she was supposed to, it was actually very romantic.I hugged her and started feeling her closeness, the warmth of her.