Her godmother Nicola Tubbiston

"I want to go," Lillian said to Joyce on the phone.

"Good, Lillian, I'll be happy to see you," Joyce said over the phone. "You can come as a family friend of ours, or...I know your mother is on a cruise. Is there another woman you would like to bring?"

"My godmother Nicky," Lil said.

"Do you think she would be comfortable in a Pleasure Circle?" Joyce asked.

"S-she taught me to masturbate," Lil said. "She's very confident and up front about sex."

"Very good," Joyce said. "I'd like to talk with her on the phone first, but she sounds like a good choice."

Nicola Tubbiston was in her Japanese bathroom, soaping up her generous curves on the washing bench so she could rinse off and be clean before she immersed herself in the bath. Her guests were still in the bedroom, she presumed, wrung out and sprawled across the bed where she'd left them. A pleasant tingle in her pussy and arse testified to their recent exercise, and her nipples and earlobes throbbed from all the sucking and chewing and twisting.

Nicola dipped a ladle in fresh warm water and rinsed the soap from her body. She rubbed her fingertips in gentle circles round her large breasts and the swell of her belly, enjoying the touch of her own warm wet skin. She scrubbed round a bit with a face flannel. "Top face, bottom face, back face," she murmured to herself. Another few ladles full left her clean and
glowing.

The phone extension warbled gently. Nicola cast a fishy eye toward it. The display read "LILLY BABY". Nicola coughed. "About time, you flighty little chit," she said. She rehearsed some wise phrases in her mind that might be helpful for bolstering her god-daughter's moral resolve in her latest little drama. After all, that was a godmother's job.

"Hul-LO Lillian!" she answered, dripping onto the planks. "Have you given him the boot? Ah, fabulous, not a moment too soon. I'm sorry to hear that. Oh really? Yes, sometimes shopping's just the thing. Ha-ha! I'm jealous. A Chinese saleswoman? Lingerie saleswomen never give ME the eye...oh really, she might have been eyeing your brother's girlfriend? That puts a different spin on it. What am I doing tonight? Oh, probably some quiet time with Old Reliable. YOU should be doing the same, why do you think I bought you one? Oh?"

Nicola listened as Lillian described the Pleasure Circle.

"That sounds simply fabulous!" Nicola said. "No fellows? Pity, can't have everything, but I'm sure I'll cope. Maybe I can learn some new tricks. Joyce? Ah, let me get her number." She wrote it in lipstick on the mirror. "Call you in a min."

Nicola heard someone moving in the adjoining toilet. Saburo or Ichiro? They were both darling young men. It was so flattering to be desired, to feel desirable, when she, was, well, a loud fat old bitch. She grinned into the mirror. She still had it. A loud fat sexy old bitch.

She called the number written in lipstick. Her conversation with Joyce satisfied her that she definitely wanted to be there. Women's groups could be so tedious, but Nicola figured a women's masturbation group would be fairly well immune from that, thank you very much. Joyce also reassured Nicola that she wouldn't be the only larger, older woman there -- aside from Joyce herself, she was expecting others that fit that description. The special theme would also be a kick.

Nicola called Lillian back. "Mother Christmas here," she said. "It's all go for tonight. Shall I take you to supper, Lilly, and you can catch me up?"