If anything she had gone to extraordinary lengths to ensure her modesty at all times. Especially her breasts.But he’d already seen them. And everyth...ng else as well. He had touched her everywhere. Lightning had not struck. Brimstone hadn’t fallen from the sky to bury her in burning coals. Her skin had not erupted in boils. Leprosy had not covered her body.Nothing had happened at all. Except that he gave her his warmth, and made her feel safe.“Are you sure?” he asked, sounding puzzled.“I’m. No-one wanted to risk his ire, it seemed.Then came a surprise. Frances got an email, saying simply ‘JIM is Fitzgerald, in second year’. The sender was a public computer in the media centre, clearly used for its anonymity, and date stamped, showing it had been used during the busiest time of the day at that centre. Nobody would remember who sat where, at the computers. There would be no way to trace the sender, as was clearly the intention.Frances showed the email to Reg.“Darling, please don’t. So, venturing into showing her off in any way is quite a step for me, but at the same time turns me on to a place that can not be explained. Probably because of how excited it makes her.The first time I lead the way into this new sexual side to our relationship was one night after a few stiff cocktails. We went back to my house where I have an in ground pool with a hot tub that spills over into it. I suggested a skinny dip with the pool and patio and pool lights off. She asked that we keep them. As Gautami had said she really got her tongue pierced.She also carried a lube and I had condoms.Bhabhi prepared us all a drink and after having that we went to her bedroom.Bhabhi stripped me off and I was only in my boxers with my dick just struggling to get out.I was kissing Gautami and removing her clothes simultaneously.Bhabhi was sucking my cock from over my boxers itself and I was going mad amidst all this.Finally, Gautami went ahead and pulled off my boxers and we all stood there.