I opened the door and showed her in. "Can I get a shower?" she asked. "I'm all sticky." I showed her up to the bathroom. Being a thirties house, the b...throom was quite big and I'd had a large separate shower fitted when I'd had it refitted soon after moving in. "That shower looks big enough for two," she said, as she started to strip off. "Will you be joining me?" How could I refuse? So we spent quite a while washing and exploring each other's bodies. Also, it was the first time that I'd had a. ’ ‘I can only come up with one thought.’ ‘God I hope it will work.’ ‘It’s up to you. Do you have a guest room?’ ‘Sure.’ ‘Then at bedtime I’ll put you to bed and I’ll sleep in the guest room. We’ll go like that until Sunday afternoon and see how well you do and take it from there. Now before you say anything remember that means I’ll be your total caregiver. That includes bathing and even brushing your teeth.’ ‘You hardly know me and you’d be willing to do that?’ ‘I can’t just walk away. She also had an athletic body. When she pulled off her pants, I saw her tight pussy, which was unshaven. She was a cute little girl. In fact, that was pretty much what I looked like when I was her age, except for my blond hair was just a bit darker than hers. I then said, for this to be fair, I have to take my clothes off. So I did. I watched as her eyes were open wider with every article of clothing I pulled off. She stared at my body as I showed it off, like a stripper. She said, I want to. She continued casually chatting away as if nothing were amiss, as if it were perfectly normal for a woman you had just met to be rubbing her shoe against your crotch. Her face did seem a bit flushed at the cheeks as if her actions, directed at arousing me, were arousing her as well.Just as things were starting to get really interesting and I was starting to throb, finding it hard to form the words to hold up my end of the conversation, bright sunlight streamed in through the windows heralding.