In the shadows hidden by his long hair, Ishamael licked his lips and spoke softly to her, in an almost hypnotic low purr.

"Nothing wrong... Nothing wrong at all. We have had a hard day and it is cold outside. Nothing shameful, not at all."

His hand wandered with soft caresses along her body--
A soft pressing of the thumb on her side--
A thumb sliding along the band of her knickers--
The gentle touches of his fingers on the bottom of her left breast--