I stripped down and made my way to their bedroom, my seventeen-year-old cock growing hard in anticipation, and quietly entered the room. She was still...in the bathroom. Walking in I stopped and gazed at her.She was standing at the vanity, brushing her wet hair, nude and damp from the shower. Her heart-shaped ass and curvy hips drew my attention away from the sight of her jiggling breasts in the mirror. Between her slightly spread legs, I could just see her pout, glistening invitingly, and my. “Wow that looks pretty sore,” she said, as her hand brushed against my bruised ribs.“That’s not the sore part,” I replied, “I think I’ve trapped a nerve, cracked a vertebra or something like that.”“Let’s see what I can do about that,” she smiled, as she began drizzling oil down my back. The cool of the oil was soon met by the warmth of Amber’s strong, powerful hands. Using her thumbs she worked the tight, strained muscles of my shoulders and upper back, nursing the knots of the fascia joints.. . like baseball cards!"Tessa sat there for several minutes then got up and made herself a stiff drink. She began pacing the floor, taking the occasional sip from the glass she held in her hand.Why?Because they're men and men are pigs.Does Margie know? Probably not, but she must have some suspicion that something's not right. Should I call her now, or wait until I know more? Should I confront Danny?She stopped pacing and finished her drink. She rinsed the glass out and put it back in the cabinet. “I REALLY hope you aren’t going to tell me that a hundred more things broke down since I fixed everything yesterday,” he groaned. “I have to head out to another job.” “No, it’s not that. I wanted to congratulate you on getting laid last night. It seems you found a real gem, young too.”“Hey, she’s 18. There is no such thing as “barely legal”, just legal and illegal.” Donna’s smug smile only twisted as she sipped from her coffee mug. “Oh don’t worry, I’m not judging you for her age. I’m judging.