YOU relax. We all think you’re perfect and you touch us really well.” The other two, feeling better because of my expression of doubts, nodded in ...greement with Lorelei.“Ok. I muttered. “Are we all ok now?”Jane and Sandy looked at each other and nodded to me. I knew Lorelei was fine. Then, throwing caution to the wind, I asked “Do you guys think we could maybe talk about stuff?”“What do you mean” said Sandy“Well, I mean…you know…how we feel about stuff we did…did we like anything or not…you. Her skin was soft and yielding, her tummy flat with none of the fat that was to develop later. I could feel stirrings in my loins and my cock started to harden. This would have been a very good time to stop. I didn't.I looked from her face to her middle. The dress had ridden up with the movement of my hand and her little pink panties were available to my view. I moved my hand down and slid my fingers under the waistband and continued to caress her little mons venus. 'How is that now?''Nice.'. I am fixated on the shape of that gorgeous bottom as it sways, one stair after the other. She is just at the point where the staircase reaches a small landing, as it turns on itself, leading further up. I notice a corner of the wrap is trailing a little along each stair. Almost instinctively on my next step, I tread heavily on this piece of wayward material, just as Susan steps up and around to the next set of steps. I don't believe I planned the move, or even considered it, before doing. By the way, I knew their real names weren't Smith and Jones. NIS was big on anonymity for it's agents for some reason and provided all of them cover identities."Back at ya, Joe," I said. "I kind of figured somebody might be coming round to ask some questions. The NIS seems as good as any. You guys got jurisdiction out here?" We have jurisdiction wherever the hell we want it," Jones barked. Like I said: an asshole. "We want to talk to you, privately." If you're trying to piss me off you still.