..embarrassed I said the were a bit sore but it was making me very turned on. Good was his reply.The next day passed...nothing interesting ....work, h...me stuff etc before I want to bed he told me tomorrow 15 would be my favourite number...how odd I thought... The next morning I awoke to pinching on my tits again. I asked him what was going on...he said this would be our every other day routine...he called it a breast sensitisation session...and with no other people in the house he told me to. Takeme inside so your mother can see me and you together." Hi," Robert's mother Emily said delightfully when she opened the door."Come on inside."She gave Robert a big hug."Good to see you honey," she seemed very happy.After she had hugged Robert she turned her attention to Ginger."Hi Ginger," she said hugging her. Ginger made sure her breast bumpedEmily's breast as they embraced. "So good to see you again." Oh thank you darling," Ginger said in a mock societal way.Ginger stood there with her. I was surprised to see, now that she and Mark had bought a house, that it was still set up that way. They were into day trips, not overnight camping, and usually took his bike, anyway. We climbed in and she closed the doors behind us. It was quite comfortable and cozy. I was lying on my left side, propped up on my elbow, and she lay on her back next to me. Even with the curtains on the windows, there was plenty of light on that sunny day. Her hair was silver-grey, below shoulder length. I have nothing to hide,” responded Sharifa confidently squeezing Nicola’s hand.“Is it true the men in your country have large harems?” she asked.“Well ... for instance my father has a harem of sixty or so women, two of whom are his wives, and one of his concubines happens to be my mother,” replied Sharifa without hesitation, “She hoped for a second son, but my father took an interest in me because of my maths.”“Do the women get whipped? I mean, like the rumours say?” continued Nicola.“What do.