“Come,” Hua commanded, taking my hand, pulling me towards the bathroom.
Just outside the bathroom door, Hua stripped down, stepped into the bathroom and carefully hung her clothes on a hook.
“Fang-Hua,” she said, tapping the hook, pulling me into the bathroom.
I was now less than five feet away from Ling taking her shower and Hua naked as a jay bird.
“Ling,” Hua continued, tapping the hook holding Ling’s clothes. “Tombee,” she said, tapping the biggest hook on the end. “Tombee,” she said, again.
Tombee was my pet name with her. Tom was a strange name in Chinese, ending with a difficult consonant sound. We had tried several other names, but I hit on adding my middle initial.
Hua tugged at my clothes and tapped on the hook a third time. She wanted me to get undressed. The surprise on my face precipitated her question.
“Okay?”
When I didn’t answer right away, Ling turned, bubbles drifting down her smooth, young body in such a way that it was impossible for me not to stare.
“Okay?” Ling said, too.
“Okay,” I said, stripping off my clothes, suddenly finding them a heavy burden.
We all squeezed under that little shower head, too small for even one person in America.
“Okay?”
“Okay.”
It was fun. The water was a little chilly for my tastes, but I was glad to have the help from getting an erection. Hua started washing me with soap. She turned me to wash my back. The soap and her fingers were soothing. She did a thorough job, going down and washing my butt cheeks, then slid her soapy hand up between to wash my asshole.
“Hey!” I said, jumping a little and turning to grab her.
But instead, I found it was Ling who was washing me.
“Okay?” she asked. I looked over at Hua.
“I teach,” she said.
I swallowed.
“Okay,” I said, turning my back, letting those tiny hands scrub me, even my asshole. When she poked a finger inside, I glanced over at Hua.
“Okay?” she asked.
“Okay,” I nodded, and widened my stance to give Ling easier access.
I tried to wash Hua, but she steered my efforts to her daughter.
“I teach,” she said, again.
“Okay?”
“Okay.”
And my fingers slid over Ling’s back, giving her a soothing massage, which I continued on her front, her breasts.
“Okay?” I asked.
“Okay,” she whispered, a little lost in the sensation, I think.
I glanced over at Hua, who was drying off.
“Okay?” I asked.
“Okay,” she said, giving me a “thumbs up.”
I worked my way down to Ling’s crotch, turned to ask Hua if it was okay for me to wash Ling’s privates, but Hua had left. I looked at Ling. Her eyes were closed, the water streaming over her face.
“Okay?” I asked, as my hands soaped up and headed for her crotch.
She nodded, opened her stance, and I was washing her labia. I took my time, giving a nice massage. I started with her fine hair, then slipped down to her thin labia lips. I came back up to the bump that was her clitoris. I circled, washing with only one finger. I looked up. Ling was looking at me. It didn’t look like she was mad, just surprised?
“Okay?” I whispered.
I didn’t stop while I waited for an answer, kept going. She took several seconds.