When Thomas finished. He rubbed a cream into my now baldhead. It tingled slightly but it didn't really hurt. It felt kind of soothing.He stepped back ...nd smiled, much like an artist admiring his work. He took the camera from Nikki and sat down."It's your turn my dear," he said to Nikki.She ran her hands across my smooth head, "Hmmm it feels so nice!" she said.She moved the back of the chair down and it lowered me down. She looked over at Thomas and said, "I'll do her brows first."She cleaned. The damned English never could build a car that ran well. The Brits couldn't even make other equipment that ran either. Having reliable, mechanically top of the line equipment like the Germans almost beat the English twice if the Yanks hadn't saved their sorry limey asses, not once but twice. Fortunately, Joseph was pretty good at fixing up the Jag when it broke every so often and was able to get one of the local mechanics in Nairobi to come out to the Stanford mansion from time to time to do. I knew that I would cause a few heart rates to rise around the hotel pool, and I loved knowing that a few women would also be pissed at me wearing a thong in front of their hubbies. I didn’t care! You all know I love to tease, and I also believe that men love to be teased, so I put it on, whacked on my stiletto heels for added effect, made sure no bits were hanging out, and grabbed my towel, and headed next door to pick up Georgie. In the hallway a man in his fifties or so saw me coming down. " So am I." Come on then. Let's go and find some lunch. Actually, I've got a treat for you: a pork pie." Yum!"After lunch they drifted back to the sofa and each other's arms."Um? Uncle Rob? Could we go back to bed? You don't, um, have to do anything. It's just, well, um, I'd like to be naked with you."Robin smiled lovingly at her. "You really are full of bright ideas to day. Come on then."Lottë disengaged in a hurry, grabbed his hands and pulled him to their room. They undressed quickly and.