You can leave here at any time. But it would be difficult, Margarita, for you to make it, without help." I do not wish to leave," she said. "If you ar... willing to continue helping me, I would like to stay here, with you. And I will try to do what I can, to help you, in return. I can cook, a little. I can clean your house." Sure, you can help. But there's not that much to do. I'm a decent housekeeper, for a man. But sure, you can help. Perhaps you can help Carol, too. With the care of her. Looking absolutely flattered, Mom led him to her bedroom upstairs, seductively swaying her hips as she walked ahead. I was having trouble understanding why David didn’t fuck her there and then. I followed them upstairs, being careful to not make any creaking sounds on the floorboards, and tactically hid by the door where I had a clear view of the scene which was about to unfold.Mom made David sit on the bed while she started to do a sultry dance. “Too bad Chris isn’t here. Well, I guess. I believe that if it's good enough for me it's good enough for my man, plus he's a handsome fucker and he looks like he's packing, if you get my drift. I guess what I'm trying to say is that the thought of watching him with some of the girls in the club doesn't exactly turn me off, in fact it turns me the fuck on, as does the thought of a threesome.I grinned. "Oh don't mind my friend, he likes to watch." I giggled. "And what with me being a show-off slut I think we're a good match." By this. So, he was a gem of a neighbor and I always took some food over, a casserole, or something, as thanks for his help.As the months went by, there were some aspects of Scott that began to impress me more and more. He was muscular and tanned, lean and handsome. He had an inground pool with a tall privacy fence around it and we often saw him in just a pair of jogging shorts. Yes, he was older, but, well, pretty nice and, well, sexy. And, very polite and considerate.One evening, I'd mentioned Scott.