Pim also introduced me to new “love zones” as she called them. She taught me how to touch and kiss her belly button, her long and slender brown f...et with pink polish on her toe nails, her slender and firm inner thighs, her smooth underarms. She taught me how to massage her body and to use scented oils and flavored lubricants. Pim taught me the importance of going SLOWLY and making everything build up. Finally, she introduced me to her bum. I was hesitant at first to explore this new and. She made the point that she was quite used to casual nudity and we should not worry about her. I did, though. Until the morning a couple of weeks after she came to us. There I was, sipping my first cup of coffee and working on a bowl of cereal when Rose-Marie walked in in her birthday suit. To say I was taken aback would be to put it mildly and when, a couple of minutes later, she was followed by her mother in the same condition ... let's just say it's a good thing I was young and reasonably. That would be fine if his eyes were looking down there but they weren’t, they were fixed to my chest as usual and anyway I was wearing my pin-striped pants with black tights underneath, no knickers because of the dreaded VPL! I had a white blouse, albeit a little tight over my boobs and my jacket hung over the back of my chair at my work station. ‘I think you know what’s coming,’ he said curtly. I nodded like a stupid schoolgirl unable to speak. ‘I thought you might be good at this Nikki,’ he. “You loved watching our panties rub together didn’t you?” I nodded. “It feels incredible to be in my drenched panties, doesn’t it?” Again, all I could manage was a nod. The dancer started to grind on Jenny again and this time began thrusting her groin into my wife’s face. I could see her swollen lips and clit pressing against the thin material of her g-string as Jenny’s lips caressed up and down the area between her thighs. I was in ecstasy, I thought to myself. This last tease did not last.