Do you need me to get a washcloth? I asked him. No, I like to use my hands. He splashed the water around him a little as I shut the faucet off. The tu... was about halfway full of warm water and some soapy bubbles floated around him. Through the faintly tinged white water, I could see Bens limp cock stirring slightly in the water. Beth, his grandmother, had told me he needed my help washing himself in the tub. It was easy enough, just a thorough clean wash and get into his pajamas for bed. I. The silk nightgown still clinging to her excited body, Josh held his cock up as her pussy descended to it. His thick cock pierced her wet pink lips as her weight came down. Cynthia moaned and shivered as her pussy was filled up in that special way, sending small pleasure waves through her body. Oh your so big, Cynthia encouraged. Youre fucking tight, Josh moaned as his cock was fully inside her hot pussy. Cynthia started bouncing up and down on him, fucking him, her small pert tits bounced. I don’t know. What do you want me to do about it?”“Recommendations?”“I’d like to stay out here and hide. Try and catch whoever created it.”“Uh huh.” Sir Michael frowned in thought. “It must be a good six weeks since I was last here. Millie hasn’t been here in at least that long.” Millie was his youngest daughter.“I had to look it up in the diary before I came to pick you up. It’s five weeks since I was last here.”“So that thing is less than five weeks old,” mused Sir Michael. “It looks. I throw out a "Good Afternoon" and casually keep walking, hoping you'll take my bait. You turn, smile and give a slight acknowledging head nod. "Ehh, Good Enough." I say to myself. As im struggling to come up with some meaningless general conversation starter, you turn and ask me what I would recommend. The male in me obviously wants to say "My lips between your thighs." But the man in me replies, you smile, and I walk with you to the counter. After you've made your choices, I invite you over.