I pulled some clean knickers out of a drawer and put them on, then took a dress from my wardrobe and slipped it on. She brushed my hair. Her car was o...utside and she helped me in, putting my case in the back and then we drove the few minutes to her house.We sat in her kitchen. She made tea again.“What about the Mayoral Ball?”“There are more important things to deal with. Like looking after you.” We sat and talked about anything, everything except Clemency. We talked about the library, her job as. Then without me realizing i have 2 hand on both boobs.. 1 hand is fingering my vagina.. i am in heaven immersing in tremendous sensual touching.. the handsome japanese just move his crotch atound my butt. I am feeling a lot of butterflies in my stomach and i close my eyes, immersing myself in the act. More hands landed on me now. The top of my yukata was already rip open, my bras was already unhooked long time ago and all that i can see now are hands on my boobs. There was this naughty hand. ' She moved away from him slightly and tried to ignore the sulky look on his face. It wasn't his fault, she thought. Brussels had opened her eyes and her mind, and home was suddenly provincial and dull, and poor Goran was provincial and dull too. He'd been pathetically glad to see her, and he'd been as attentive and loving as he could, but...The Englishman was teaching her more than English, she realized, but she still wasn't quite sure what it was. All he did was listen quietly and make some. That produced a good 15 shots from the fools what was tryin' ta kill me.They hadn't moved from the original site as near as I could tell. That just proved to me that they were as dumb as dirt. Either they should of lit a shuck gittin' away when their first try failed, or the should have at least moved to a new location where they would be harder to find. Since they didn't do either one, I figured that I had a pretty easy job ahead of me.I managed to work my way around behind them, and there.