My body was tingling from all her rubbing. “Turn over!” I then got on my back and my stepmother poured the oil all over my breasts and pussy. I ...just smiled at her. She then rubbed her hands all over my neck and all over my breasts. She squeezed my breasts together while her hands held and cupped each breast. She massaged my stomach region and then moved her hands up and down my thighs and calves. She again worked on each of my feet. Then for the finale, she rubbed her fingers up and down my. 20+ girls slipped out of their sneakersand into their pink ballet shoes. Warmups and booty-shorts came flyingoff and tossed into clumpy piles in the corner, on top of pink dancebags and purses. Girls adjusted their leotards and tights, making sureeverything fit properly.As the black girls all took off their booty-shorts, however, one thing Inoticed was how many girls had visible thong-lines or panty-lines pokingout from underneath the bottoms of their leotards. I thought that thiswas really. I had my doubts that in her college days, I didn’t have a problem though, but it took her a year to confess to me her sexcapades. She had tried at least four boys and men including a foreigner, and her lecturer. She even had a fling with a lesbian, but left out once she was becoming too annoying. Her confession had only spiced up our sex lives and we developed greater bond than before. I had got her into a Zumba class to help her be in shape and we had a maid to attend our menial chores at. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."I gave her tummy a quick pat, and smiling, I said: "There's no need to worry. I'm fine! In fact, I'm very HAPPY!" I'm glad to hear that," she said, her body language relaxing as she said that.After a moment, I leaned over and whispered in her ear: "I have NO regrets. Okay?"She, in turn, whispered back in my ear: "Neither do I!"I gave her tummy another pat, and as I did, the thought of Omar's sperm (or at least one of his numerous sperm!) had already,.