I paused a few feet away from her to take in her beauty. She was absolutely glowing. As I openly stared, she blushed before moving forward and grabbin...g my hand in hers.She kissed me after I whispered, "You are stunning."After the kiss, she replied, "It's my love for you, showing, brother."Our demeanor changed for the rest of the evening. We were more relaxed about being together. We held hands continuously and gazed into each other's eyes whenever we could. Everyone seemed to notice our love.. Eventually, mostly by shouting and threatening, she persuaded 'her' Second Secretary in the Embassy to lend her some men's clothes and she cut her own hair, expecting that she could pass for a man. With her figure that seemed very unlikely to the Embassy staff, but out she went, ignoring all advice, and waltzed up to the Golden Palace demanding to see the Emir. Much to her surprise she was conducted very cordially to a large room full of men, with a small throne on a dais in the middle.. The strong hand and fingers caress her very slowly and gently now. Like a sculptor’s hand, it shapes the ample globes of her soft flesh, then dips under into the valley of her anus."Don’t stop," breathes Matilda, to herself. The wrong hand doesn’t stop and his index and middle fingers are now caressing the carpet of her fine copper pubic hair.'Scheisse.' The man’s thick index finger now picks up moisture leaking from her vagina and rubs it on to her anus that is now at its mercy.The strong. >>>>>>We were early—almost an hour—so we stood outside the church to greet the guests. Michael, Joe, and Nick gladly handled all the ushering responsibilities. Uncle Robert suggested we go inside to the altar at 10:30. “You don’t want to be outside when Rosalie and her family arrive…bad luck!”I had never believed in superstitions, but Harrison and I walked in, stopping just short and to the right of the altar. We chatted quietly until Monsignor Fagan joined us. We watched as Nick walked my.