The room was decorated with posters ofBritney Spears, Jessica Simpson, and some type of hunky guys. I went to sit up, but I felt something heavy on my...chest. Ilooked down and saw two mounds! What had happened?! Then Babs walkedin. "Oh, good your up, sweetie," Babs said. "What did you do to me?" I cried out. "Well, Richard and I have had a discussion and we feel that thisis the next step for you." "What do you mean?" I asked not believing what I was hearing andfearful of what was to be. "That's my job." I began to wash her back, soaping her first, massaging her neck and shoulders, rinsing, and then washing again. She leaned back, once again eyes closing as I began washing her feet, her legs, repeating the process over and over again though the effort certainly not needed for she was already squeaky clean merely from her soak. I ran the bar of soap now up between her legs, still watching her face, her eyes still closed in rapturous repose. Felt her spreading them slightly. She got them in various stages of dress and undress too.Near the end of the contest both girls would be completely naked so that I could judge the color of their areolas, their assholes, and their pussies. I got to look inside their pussies, smell of them, and taste them too, to see who had the best pussy. No matter what the outcome I would judge it a tie.That’s where Mom came in. She got to judge them like I had but Mom really got into looking, smelling, and tasting of their pussies. She. "I know that smart ass. Why are we here?"She looked at me with a serious look. "I think it's time for you to see if you still are interested in riding." Really?" I asked her with one eyebrow raised."Yes! And you owe me a ride." I chuckled. "And I'll be the first to admit I don't know a lot about motorcycles; but, I believe if you don't have one, it's a bitch to try and give me a ride. True?" You have a point." We both laughed.As I stepped through the front door of the dealership I was greeted.