I pushed the door closed but didn’t bother locking it. I quickly undressed and stepped into the shower. The thing was huge with enough room for four...people.I grabbed a washcloth and soaped it up. I had just started washing my chest when a pair of hands came around me and grabbed mine. I was startled, to say the least, but was even more startled by who it was.“Here let me help you,” the person belonging to the hands said.The voice confirmed what the hands told me; it was Paul. He took the. "Maggie giggled like a school girl. "Oh Daddy! All girls wear short skirts now. Don't you like it?" Then she twirled around. The small pleats blew out and flashed her tiny bikini panties. "I thought all men loved girls in short skirts Daddy. Billy loves it when I wear this skirt."Without hesitating Bob smirked. "Oh right! I just bet he does! I love it too. But that does not mean I like every man in the country staring at your ass. You do know that I'd give that young stud a run for his money if. ”“So I could run into a naga almost anywhere?”“Not quite. They need to live in an underground space with an ample water source, much like the Labyrinth. We like to be connected to the world in this manner. Many of them rarely venture out, but I’ve always been a bit more ... curious.”“If naga can change their shapes, how do you find other naga?”“We always know. Think of it like true-seeing. Though I may change my face a hundred times, my identity would be known immediately.” Her face darkened,. (Hey the lady is buying for a change!). I told her we should get out of our wet clothes first. She agreed and went into the shower. Through a crack in the door, she handed me a towel. I disrobed, dried myself, and wrapped the tower around my waist. A few moments later Lynn came out. She was also wrapped in a towel. I kissed her again. She kissed back. In no short order the towels were off and we were under the covers. My dick was hard by now. I kissed Lynn’s tits and played with her nipples..