.. Jesus, what could her bedroom look like!This wasn't good, it wasn't right! She wasn't some old maid with nothing to live for. My God, she was only ...hirty-six years old! Looking at her objectively he could now see the pallor of her skin, the once dynamite legs getting just a bit chunky, more out of condition than fat, but unhealthy just the same. The more he thought about it the more he was convinced he was doing the right thing. At least he was going to try to help!"Mom?" he asked a little. Samantha didn't have anything to do, so she slipped into her bikini and went swimming.The next morning I was catching up on my laundry when I realized the clothes weren't mine, they were Susan's and Karen's. If a job's worth doing its worth doing right, so I ironed everything and was laughing to myself wondering if the girls had ever ironed their panties and bra's before? Jerry got dressed to return everything to Susan and Karen and to see how Susan was doing. As I started out the door Susan. I slowly got up while rubbing my sore bottom. I was totally drenchedfrom head to toe. There was not much choice about what to do now. Idiscontinued with the moping and kept the mop and pail back. I did notwant to catch a cold, especially on a holiday. So, I stripped myself andwashed off the soapy water. I remembered Mrs. Graham kept some towels inthe cabinet. I found them and dried my body quickly.I got a larger towel and wrapped around my waist. I limped slightly tothe sofa and sat down. "I told you Sue, it's your fault, everything about you says sex." "Let's go out for lunch," she suggested, "You can tell me over a drink or three what you'd like to do to me afterwards." "Good idea where can we go that will serve me a meal from between your legs?" "Stop it," she laughed, "Or we'll never get out of bed today." We showered together and she went to get dressed leaving me to finish my shave and then go to my own room to get dressed. She looked stunning in a little black dress.