.. even offering to clean his place! How could a bachelor refuse an offer like that? Finding out about her inheritance... well, that hadn't been quite... as accidental. He'd never thought he'd resort to steaming open mail, but it proved worthwhile. Old Margaret was sitting on a Goddamned nest-egg, just crying for somebody to share it with. Couple more months and he might be a married man.But these two girls. Whow! They were in hot water up to their pretty virgin asses. Welfare fraud, he tutted to. I'm six feet tall and she was five nine and very skinny. She was pretty, though not sexy looking, with the same dark brown hair and green eyes as me, very small breasts, a cute buttinski, and her bush was long and thick and covered her lower belly and hung down between her legs. One Saturday we were in bed in my dorm room and she was getting herself off and told me it was her "self-love" problem that had caused her furry beaver. I asked where she came up with that theory and that was where I. I left my room just a few minutes before four thirty and sat in the living room with my kindle beside me.She came out of her bedroom, down the hall, and into the living room. I had to catch my breath. She had never dressed like this for work! She was wearing a medium green mini-dress that showed some cleavage and lots of leg. She had a small purse just large enough to carry a wallet and phone. She looked at me and smiled impishly. “Do I look okay?”I slowly recovered. I spoke very slowly. “No-o,. "Hello, my dear. Are you feeling better?" Nisli asked.Penny gasped and shielded her exposed breasts with her hands, sinking down into the bubble bath as far as she could.Standing in the doorway was a man in a flowing robe she had never seen before. He was smiling at her in a relaxed familiar manner, and for a moment she wondered if she should know him. Had she had too much to drink and somehow allowed herself to go off with a perfect stranger? She stared in fascinated horror at his unusually.