I needed Mila, though I couldn’t really say for what. XXX When she bathed me, her hands would gently linger on my stitches and she always smoothed back my hair and tell me what she could see about the rate of healing from her experience. “Of course, but only a part.” She rolled off me and propped herself up on an elbow. Mila’s strong hands then came down on my shoulders and began kneading. Mila’s hands moved up to my knees, and then the insides of my thighs. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out about those?”
I blushed so hard I felt my face heat up to the roots of my hair. “Didn’t you ever get any signals from her when you were in hospital?”
I thought back. “Turn over,” Mila ordered. I was so wet by now that I felt my vaginal fluids trickle down
