I told him boldly that I noticed his purple thong and I really liked it. he stood up and looked at me a little red faced and he said thank you. I gue...s that was kind of a little ice breaker between us as we started talking about things that he really liked. He told me he was totally into women's underwear and loved anything sexy. I told him that was pretty much the reason that I was in here too. So we looked around on some of the selves at all the cute and sexy things and I k**dingly said that. "Sid's come up with a pretty innovative design idea, and asked me to come up with an independent proof-of-concept design to show to some venture capitalists. He's setting up a company to complete the design and turn it into a real product, if he can get the finance in place. I don't know much about that end of things, sorry."But I've just finished the first simulation run of the POC design, and it comes out clean. So I sent it to him this morning, for him to get some more in-depth simulations. An unbidden memory came to me in that moment. It was a memory of Joy laughing gayly from beside a waterfall as she made the water run back up the cliffside. Her sonorous mirth echoed against the rocks, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the purity of her, the brilliance of her virtue. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that; void of pain, ignorant of suffering, innocent of the ills of lust. She was a grown woman then, naked in the water, but her nudity bore no. Having trained in both general and mental health nursing I knew all about washing other people. First you wash down as far as possible, then you wash up as far as possible, last of all you wash possible. I am sure this started off as pampering rather than anything sexual for Fi, whatever messages my brain was sending to my nether regions. Despite this, when I washed her small but firm breasts, I felt the nipples get distinctly harder. I also noticed a part of my own anatomy doing the same. Next.