They were Jason, Claire, Stephanie, Theresa (“sometimes they call me Terri”), Belinda and Melody. Jason was about 40, and a little on the heavy si...e. Claire was an older woman but had worked hard to keep herself looking stellar. I couldn’t tell if she was 40 or a very well-maintained 50. Stephanie was a typical housewife. She was in her thirties with a few extra pounds and a few worry lines, but still with enough youth in her eyes to show that she was full of life. Theresa was a beautiful. “Right for hotter, left for colder.”The little minx immediately turned up the heat, but soon turned it back down again when she realised she was getting the brunt of it.“I’ll wash your hair, you do the rest,” I said, grabbing the shampoo. I handed Mel a clean washcloth. “Pay particular attention to your intimate areas.”“Where’s the soap?” asked Mel.I handed her the bottle of bodywash I had bought the evening before.Mel cautiously squeezed some into the palm of her hand. “I can’t smell. Braless under my tight vest top my breasts were stretching the net with my large stubby nipples protruding from the mesh. The skirt barely covered my black micro thong and did not reach the tops of my black net thigh highs. I pulled on my boots and looked at myself in the mirror. I had never felt or looked so horny in my life.Knocking at our door, Celine walked in and took our breath away. Her long jet-black hair was combed out dead straight. Her tall, athletic body was encased in sheer red. "A month or so ago I found your box of money under your bed, and I didn't have any trouble getting into your computer. You certainly have been busy."He nodded and blushed."How many women have you bonked?" She smiled. "I didn't count them." Geeze, Ma," he squealed."How long have you been doing this?" she asked, looking quite serious, and pulling her open robe back together, tossing back her hair.He sniffed. "A while, couple of years I guess." Before you were sixteen?"He nodded."They didn't.