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Oh you make me laugh! Having babies is a miraculous and wonderful thing… but it is NOT kind to the magnificence of a reclining bosom. A Jane classic, God I find you funny, just spluttered coffee everywhere laughing! I can so clearly picture this whole scenario.

Clearly, I need to get with the programme, everyone else found this hilarious, while I read in slight horror. I now have irreversible mental images of your boobs …. Hilarious story indeed! The idea that another woman massaging your boobs could only be a sexual experience is so one-sided.

I get it: breasts are totally over-sexualized in our culture. But breasts are so much more than only objects of sexual attraction.

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Unfortunately only few being gay is okay lesbian massage know this. We hide them away in far too tight bras, not knowing how important our breasts are for our health and well-being. And breast massage is an great way to care for our breasts. In Morocco they still know this.

And by the way: I am not a lesbian… Many greetings, Claudia. I am Moroccan. But lesbians do exist in Morocco, yes. As to youth, we are aware of those things. So,to the spa experience, I think it was not a lesbian harassment, because if so she would have done more of it and with the moaning resistance it could lead to sex.

Her body language can decide if that was harassment or not: her looks, way of touching with eye contact… etc. Even if a spa experience shall always be good! So, I climbed a big ass mountain this week, I may have mentioned it in passing. Following the three-day hike, it was deemed necessary to have a couple of days in Marrakech; because one should not fly immediately after experiencing altitude.

You can spend hours traipsing round the souks markets to northerners like methe gardens that decorate the city are intensely picturesque and people watching whilst sipping mint tea is a perfectly pleasant way to spend the afternoon. It was meant to be a treat for my legs as they had carried my bulk up and down a mountain.

But since the price was exorbitantly cheap compared to the UK I decided to give my whole body a rub down. First there was the language barrier, the masseuse came into the room where I stood, fully clothed and sweaty from the 40 degree heat outside. She nodded to me and I chirply gave her my best French.

She stared silently and I realised either she was insulted by my Del Boy style pronunciation or was Arabic Moroccan rather than French and therefore conversation was going to be limited.