He continued round me, his hand running around my thigh and gently squeezing my leg with his fingers. His warm hand lay flat on my tummy as he spoke."...He say you push you belly out, like dis..." He suddenly thrust his hips forward and pressed out with his stomach.I did as he suggested, pushing my stomach against the hand pressed to me. He resisted and nodded his head as he removed his hand and spoke to the interpreter."He no fuck-fuck you — he say you take off dis now." He pointed at my bra."I. She loved tasting all the delicacies and drinking the wines he brought to sample. The conversation wandered through the different styles of music and other entertainments, clothing, and food, as well as events and sights from the many places he had traveled. The queen hung on his every word.The main meal completed, they adjourned to the couch, and proximity turned to caresses and kisses as they talked. Before serving dessert, he brought out a small box of powder and added it to the tea.“This. This was obviously one of Mom’s sideways ideas. More often than not they worked, but some of the ones that didn’t could be real disasters. It was the uncertainty more than anything; Mom’s ideas could go off in some very strange directions. In this case it was in the direction of my dick. Once she’d lubed her hands she grasped my cock and started stroking. “Mommy’s going to help you relax dear.”Oh shit! Until then I’d been limp with shock and embarrassment, but in microseconds I was harder than. So Stephanie got off with a scolding from her mother and a great diversionary response to her dad.She knew she was grounded for at least a week, although no one ever brought the subject up again. She did find time to write Kyle, since his letters were still arriving every day. She had not given much thought to their relationship, and after last weekend, she wasn't sure if they even had a relationship any longer. Friday night came and went with Stephanie in her room doing her homework. Saturday.