It has always been my hope that you and Sue would take over the management of my bordello when I am ready to retire. My guess is that will be in about...10 years. At that point, I would like to tour the world. I should have enough money by then.“Now, you know about me. Do you have any questions?” We talked for a few minutes about some piddling details, but then I had to get back to Kristen to earn the rest of that $325 that she had paid.I went back to Sue’s bedroom to check on Kristen. The first. She has short black hair, which I think if it were a little longer would make her look slimmer anyway.Clare kind of feels relaxed with us and has spent many an evening with us on the sofa watching a movie or chatting whilst demolishing our fast depleting wine supply. Susan and Clare take turns to cook and we even all slept together in a hotel one night when a family room we had booked turned out to have only one double bed. Although I saw Clare in her skimpy knickers there was no threesome. My fingers eventually moved back to her neck, out across one shoulder and down to lightly stroke the upper slope of her breast. I wanted, no needed, to touch every inch of her body, but tonight would be slow and loving. Tonight I would show her how I felt. ‘Jean, your skin is so soft and warm, satiny to my touch. You excite me so when I look at you, smell your hair, and taste your lips.’ She sighed in my ear as I whispered to her. ‘I cannot believe how lucky I am to have met you. How lucky that. Over the next few weeks I visited Helen a couple of days a week. It was nice to chat to her and I must admit, I did enjoy the view that I got, either down her top or of her legs. Each time she caught me looking I would move the gaze of me eyes and looking back, I realise that she deliberately let me see her. The chat became a bit more risqué over time, with her asking me about girlfriends and what I had done so far. She would compare my limited experience to what she had done at the same age..