She had pinned herself against the door, facing me, whilst fidgeting with the lock behind her back ensuring it was latched properly. She didn’t want...anyone disturbing us. I stood there, thinking of my next move. Her pantyhose stockings were inviting me to rip them apart. Her navy blue skirt oozed out every bump in her curvaceous figure which I had barely noticed all these years. I was sweating although it was winter in Delhi. My white shirt was damp with sweat. She took a step forward. I. After an hour or so you decided to draw a bath, and prepare yourself for my return. You soak and luxuriate until you feel as if your skin is going to slough off if you stay in any longer, and then rinse the suds off with the showerhead as the tub drains. I return early as you are rinsing off, and I notice that while its pitch black outside, there’s no lights on in the room save the bathroom, so I glance inside and see you behind the curtain. Quietly I close the bathroom door again and fill the. This means that I determine when I shave you, how I shave you, and what parts of you I shave. Second, when we are outside of this bathroom, we don't talk about this, ever. We're brother and sister, not boyfriend and girlfriend, we're doing this to help each other out, to give each other pleasure, not because of any kind of romantic relationship. We will both date and fuck whoever we please. Third, and finally, when we are in this room, and I am shaving you, you will answer any questions I have. And don't tell me you don't have a camera."The prospective daughters in law were in sweatshirts and jeans and Wendy was dressed in her official Princessapality Princess outfit ... June Cleaver dress and a bib apron. *Leave it to Beaver," had just had its final episode in June of '63 ... so everyone knew who she represented ... the quintessential suburban housewife and mom. The girls hair was flyaway and both had been in the engine room cleaning so they had assorted grease smears and dust.