That was Botilda; I recognized her touch. Rashida was making sure my back was as clean as hers, and then, just like that, we were back to rinsing ours...lves off, not touching each other any more than we could help.We floated out of the shower and each dried off. Rashida kept looking at us, and we kept looking at each other. The sexual tension was thick enough to cut with Darth Vader's light saber, and one of us was going to have to say something. Maybe it's because of my Program experience, but. I lay on my stomach in front of the tube so my dad would get a nice view of my ass when he came home. When I heard the lock in the door, I pretended to be asleep. Then I spread my legs apart so he could see my pink hairless little boy pussy. He came in the door, closed it and there was silence for almost a full minute. Was my dad checking me out?!? "Hey, sport. How was practice?" Great, dad. I'm just wiped out...guess I fell asleep." Well, think about what you want for supper. I'm going to. Each room was nearly as large as our one-room cabin, so we could add partitions to make more rooms if we wanted to.Each room had its own fireplace, so that meant that we were going to use a lot more firewood than we were used to, but we could handle that. There was a large combination barn and carriage house so that we could store both wagons inside, and there was room for Ned and a milk cow if we wanted one. There was the usual privy and smokehouse, plus a chicken coop. This house was perfect. He held the door to his flat open and let her in. She hovered in his hallway while he kicked his shoes off then he showed her into the living room. “I like this couch,” Steph said as she flopped onto it on her back. She drew her feet up so Joe had space to sit, but stayed slouched. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?” he asked. She grinned at him. “Because I know you got naked here the other night.” “Well, I remember it was your idea.” She gave him a playful kick then sat up next to him. “You want a drink?”.