He blocked what he was doing with the stove from view with his turned back, to keep them from attempting to emulate him. It was only a temporary solut...on, but hopefully enough until they gained the co-ordination and strength to operate the wood stove if not safely then at least with more than no chance of success.There wasn’t much in the shelter (OK, it was an empty cold-storage locker, well insulated to keep the heat of the wood stove he had installed in and the cold of Long-winter out) except. “You want those Cuban panties, I’m sure”’, whispered Moïra‘Of course, anything to do with brothels”, acknowledged Madame“and catfights”, added Moïra laughingMadame Claude had been the owner of one of the most famous Parisian lesbian brothels of the 20th century. She had seen all the movie stars, the signers, the political figures, the famous American and French feminists. She had been Simone de Beauvoir’s lover for years. She was a great collector of panties worn by lesbian hookers and brothel. We were welcomed by my aunt’s trademark warm hug. I loved her hugs. She would hug me tight and I loved to feel her soft body and sweet fragrance, since my teenage. We unloaded my luggage, and entered the lift. This was a completely new feeling. I could smell the sensual fragrance of two gorgeous ladies, trapped inside the lift. I was in the middle, with my aunt and Rachna di on either sides, and we were tucked to the inner wall of the lift, as the front space was consumed by my luggage.I felt. Riya felt a bit shy, but not for long.Riya-hmmmmm ok yes I do masturbate when I am turned on, my turn now, truth or dare?Pankaj-hmmmmmm ok dare.Riya- (after thinking a lot) ok dance for me, hahaPankaj just got up did a few Bollywood moves in Salman style.Riya-wow that was good brother, you really are a good dancer.Pankaj just smiled before he asked.Pankaj-truth or dare?Riya-ok I will take a dare this time.Drinks had taken on their minds to be naughty now, both were opening up to dares, so.