. right?" She didn't wait for me to confirm it. "Second, if I were to compare you to your father, who is also a gentleman, and one of the nicest men I...know, I'm much closer to your age than his. But most importantly, Bobby, I can't just decide I don't like you because you're five or six years younger than me. That's not how it works. If it worked that way, you wouldn't have decided to masturbate while looking at pictures of me."It sounded really different, right out there in the cold light of. Don't you?'I looked up into her eyes, feeling slightly surreal, and nodded. She smiled, dismounted and extended a hand, which I took. I stood, let her lead me down the hallway to the bathroom.She slipped off her culottes, then turned to disrobe me. She reached into a closet and retrieved bath cloths and towels. We stepped into the shower stall; she turned the water on a nicely hot setting, and we began the very romantic process of washing one another.It was one of the most erotic events of my. That black cloud you used to carry along with you is gone, and you're out in the world, dating again."Stan, now just as sober, simply said, "Thank you, Elizabeth. Thank you."Then they got on with their work.When Anne arrived a few minutes later, she was greeted by a similar speech from Elaine, who came out from behind her reception desk. She looked up at Anne who this time was wearing a pair of jeans that must have been sprayed on along with a low-cut white top. Elaine practically purred, but. ” I said.“Hand me the soap.” She replied. The wash cloth landed on the floor of the shower as she took the soap in her hand and began to lather Harry who was standing at attention. Then the bar of soap slid between my butt cheeks. She turned me so the soap was washed off Harry. She went to her knees and put him in her mouth. She continued to slide the soap between my butt cheeks. Nicole circled my anus with her finger as she reached for Harry with her free hand. Harry was again lathered and.