Following Monica into our bedroom, I quickly changed to a robe while Monica put on her flimsy top. Not only see-thorough, it barely covered her growing tits. Crawling under the sheet, she spread her legs to allow enough room for someone to kneel between them to apply the ointment. I pulled out the jar of belly-butter from the nightstand and waited for Lisa.

Lisa soon walked in, dressed in sweats, ready to help out.

I instructed, "Position yourself between Monica's legs, and we'll begin." As soon as she was situated, I held her hands and pulled them into my robe, pressing them against my ribs. Seeing her shocked look, I...