She started at my shoulders, slowly making circles with soap down my back and back up again. She repeated this process a couple more times before she ...aid. “Okay, now it's my turn.” I rinsed off real fast and stepped out of the water to let my mother wash up. She did as I had done and washed her front first, again stopping as I had done just above her pussy. “Now you wash my back.” She said.I stepped up behind her taking the soap from her hand; I began to slowly wash her back top to bottom,. Her laugh was contagious, the strum of her vocal chord accompanied by widening of her slushy lips would render any sane man on this earth numb. Mala was a genius, she could talk about any subject under sun, my conversations with her became more interesting than anything else. For the first time in my life I could stay away from any sexual feeling when I talked to a woman with whom I have a great amount of possibility of having sex.We continued to run together, eat dosas and occasionally we both. " Then I took a spear, laid it over my shirt and started the strap assembly layout."Oh." Sheel replied.The look on both women's faces told me they didn't have a clue how the jumpsuit could possibly effect the position of the straps, but rather than argue with me, they quickly followed my example and pulled down their jumpsuits.I grinned to myself as I sneakily looked up and saw four magnificent breasts pop free from their confinement and four berry-sized nipples instantly turn hard in the cool. Your interest quickly switched from jacking off, to inspecting this site deeper.As you browsed the page you saw a link for job offers for the lab and went on to press it. It showed multiple positions in such fields as anatomy, psychology, science and more options you were horribly underqualified for. The list went on and on, but at one moment you saw a position that intrigued you."Model test subject" was an option located quite low on the page of open positions. You wondered what that was, so.