They’ve fucking raped us when they couldn’t get what they want with cigarettes or whatever. They treat us like fucking shit. They treat all women ...like shit. They’re the ones with the fucking power. It’s for them to make their lives fucking better. Or the lives of us women better either. Men are just fucking pigs!” “That’s not true,” Buttercup protested mildly. “Some of the men I’ve met are quite gentle. If they could have relationships like we have,” she squeezed Tracey’s hand tight and leaned. You see my problem?”“The only problem I see is that you aren’t making love to me right now!” she giggled.That was a problem which was easily remedied. Afterwards, I thought Sofia might want to talk again, but she was content to just fall asleep in my arms.On Wednesday Leila made Turkish coffee for everyone after breakfast. I made a point of spending the rest of the morning with Sofia. She was working so hard to come to grips with what a relationship with me meant and I wanted to support her. No. NNow I knew for sure she wanted me to touch her so I moved her bikini bottoms over and started to rub the cream around her pussy. Now she was letting out gently moans and I knew this was my moment to touch my mum for real. I slid a finger into her pussy and started to work it in and out, she was so wet so I put 2 fingers in and started to rub harder and faster. The moaning got louder and faster and I knew she was enjoying this so I moved over and knelt between her legs putting 3 fingers into. Perhaps it was time. Cynthia would know where to start. Ashley and Don were cuddling, holding each other on the couch and quietly kissing. They hadn’t known this kind of contentment for a long time. ‘We should ask Juan if we could have a tape of that music so we could play it every night,’ Don said. ‘Every night?’ Ashley laughed. ‘Are you really up to satisfying me every night, you old goat?’ ‘With that music I think I might be.’ ‘Oh God, Don, that would be so wonderful,’ Ashley sighed,.