I can hardly wait for it to be done. Then a very strange thing began to happen. Mrs Mean had actually begun to mellow. I came home from work that nigh... and there was a scrumptious dinner waiting for me. She was dressed in a short black skirt, skin tight top that encased her bra less tits and perfectly applied makeup. She heightend the package with a musky scented perfume that made my cock twitch. I gasped at the sight of her rock hard nipples poking through the tight nit of her top. "Honey" she. Over and around my knee, he washes and massages my leg all the way to my pussy."Switch feet" he tells me. He repeats the same process over again on my other leg."Turn around, put your hands on the wall."He started at my shoulders, piling my hair on top of my head. He worked the soft washcloth down my arms, across my shoulders and down my back. I felt the horror of the night before melt away while he washed me. Moving in slow circles he scrubbed me clean.Reaching around me he washed my stomach. Her figure was so extraordinary that even I could sense at myyoung age that being in her presence was a cause of a kind of pleasantarousal - even though I didn't really understand or know anything aboutthe anatomy of women. I seem to have had an almost animalistic responseto the delightful large round shape of her breasts and the perfect ovalof her rear end. Mom had a thing about wearing very tight tops thatwould effectively reveal her amazing figure. I was aware of the littlebumps in the. Diane turned around, intending to head back down the stairs. She let out a husky sigh and shuddered, her hips gyrating as if in a vain attempt to stave off the heat in her sex. She managed only a few steps before she shuddered again and leaned against the banister, her panting deepening until it matched the needy ache in her pussy.Diane realized something was very wrong. She had to call Richie. No, she should call Mrs. Radson! She was only five minutes away. She'd know if this was natural or.