Anyways, one weekend Mia did come to visit her sister or me. Neither one of us knew she was coming. Mia marked her face so it looked like she had a ...mole on her face like Tia. The only difference was that she still dressed like Mia, wearing a short sexy black mini and a top that barely hid her breast. So when I saw her, I called her Tia at first than I was confused because of the was she was dressed and I asked why she was dressed the way she was. She has never dressed like that before. . Large, rosy circles capped them, and from the tips, thick nipples protruded. Eileen’s tiny hands traced the outline of her companion’s breasts, drawing a low moan of pleasure from the other woman. While Eileen’s hands were adoring her breasts, Maude, caressed Eileen’s small breasts, teasing the tips to straining tumescence. Eileen felt giddy and her legs began to tremble. Maude pulled her companion into her arms and, they were once more locked in a warm embrace, their lips joining. As their. The bathroom was also pretty dark, lit only by a half dozen candles thorough the room. The shower was a large tiled shower with 2 large shower heads. I turned on the shower, found a nice hot temperature and got in. I used some nice smelling soap and started to lather up. There was a soft knock on the door and Natalia came into the bathroom wearing only a house coat. She was carrying a towel and a second house coat. She told me that she was the owner, and not a masseuse anymore and needed to. Now as he lies sleeping, I wonder if his youthful innocence will be lost to a nation thrown into war by malicious people who have no respect for the basic ideals of life. Will he have to endure the hardships so many war- ravaged civilizations have lived through and which concede as normal every day life? Will he have to be in fear of going to sleep at night wondering if he will see the morning sun shining? As a human being, my heart cries at the loss of life. As a mother my heart cries in fear.