“So we like to look and you like us looking. Not sure I see a problem.”Charlene was still turned in the direction of the bedrooms. Yeah, I could. ...he turned slowly toward Robert, her defensiveness fading. “If I knew you guys better... still not sure it’d make a difference… but maybe... ” Charlene murmured, allowing the towel to slip back down to where it had been, barely covering her tits.Josh spoke up from the overstuffed chair, “Guess that makes Tommy the lucky one. I sure wish I had a friend. ”Homer slapped Cal on the shoulder. Cal returned to where Roxie was standing.“Hey, Roxie,” Cal began, “I ... uh...”“You know, Cal,” she interrupted, “I’ve got to get home—early shift tomorrow.”Cal grimaced.“Too bad,” he said, “I was hoping that you’d let me buy you a drink at the Dew Drop.”Roxie had to replay Cal’s words to herself to be certain that he had really said them.“Well, I could make time for just one,” she gushed. “My car is across the street. I’ll meet you there.”“Good!” Cal. .. sure! I was just a little surprised, but really it's okay, Mrs. Johnson." All right, Jenny. Why don't you start on this big window while I run down to the ATM to get some money to pay you with? I'll be back in a little while." You got it, Mrs. J!" Jenny was recovering her cool.After Mom left, I watched as Jenny slowly washed the inside of the big sliding glass windows. She must have done a crappy job, because her eyes never left my ass. The whole thing had given me a hard-on, and I decided. Although I did not then know it, she, too, disrobed and began a gentle conventional massage of my legs, spending time on my thighs and glutes.As a massage it was adequate but unmemorable, too light generally, when suddenly I noticed something new against my thighs. Even unseen in a massage, one recognizes the massager’s body parts, hands, of course, but also when legs press your skin, or perhaps a breast that tickles as the giver leans over, elbows or forearms digging into muscle. Perhaps a.