I agreed. But requested aunt Ryneth that I need to take a shower since all the work had got me sweaty. I was not in any condition to be shared with an...one, especially not these lovely ladies.She directed me to a shower that had three nozzles. As I began to strip, she brought aunt Ryda into the bathroom. I turned to face her. Aunt Ryda stood about five foot five with firm round breasts, erect nipples that looked like g****s, begging to be sucked.After we had soaped one another’s body, aunt. Sure she walked around in a towel after a shower, in yoga pants and a sports bra, but here I was seeing my mom lying naked on her stomach, being rubbed but this handsome fit stud. My eyes migrated to her ass cheeks which looked as white as two sixty-watt bulbs. They were perfectly shaped with not a bump or a blemish. I could now see that Joe was enjoying this as much as I was, as he ran his hand along her side and grazed the side of her breast. He repeated this several times. Each time sliding. "Why don't we go upstairs into my bedroom, you can see out into your garden from there."I was completely naked, my trunks were on the kitchen floor and Kirsty couldn't take her eyes off my cock as we left the kitchen.As we moved along the corridor my hand moved down to cup and then squeeze her fantastic bottom, firm and muscular from all her sport but also deliciously curved as a young girl's bottom should be.We climbed the stairs together, she leant into me slightly and I continued to stroke. And that kindly old fellow is Mr. Walker. He’s worked there since he was sixteen.’ Andrew flashed a grin and Victoria felt it down to her knees. Andrew came forward and helped her carry the paint. Not wanting him to think she was a monster, she felt compelled to add, ‘On a normal day, I would have thought he was precious. But I was in such a hurry…I’ll have to take him out to lunch. Now I feel terrible.’ Abrupt laughter startled Victoria so that she almost dropped her armload of paint. ‘I.