Her hands are soft and caress me gently. I smell the wonderfully intoxicating aroma of the oil. I am confused as I can feel the innocent euphoria start to spread through my body. Nana is a master of the mix. She can choose any age mix with the oils.
Nana sits me up. I look at her disappointed. I expect her to turn me on my tummy and do my bottom with another oil. She doesn’t. Instead, she gets out a pair of ruffled rumba panties and a romper almost exactly like the one I was wearing last night. Nana stands me on my feet, held out my panties and said, “Here baby, step in.” I step in them and she pulls them gently up.
