Amy was wearing a robe so I was now virtually certain that we both had the same thing on our minds.Then, seeing the bottle of lube in her hand, I knew... I'd struck the jackpot or, maybe the 'jack-off pot.'She sat down on the sofa, put the lube between us and clicked on the television and began scrolling down to what seemed to be our favorite channel."Here's the channel, wanna start first?" she asked.I pulled off my shirt and lowered my shorts to the floor. I'd skipped wearing briefs so was now. The only actual sponge I could find was under the sink, and I wasn't wild about using that on her skin, so I got a clean washcloth, and a big mixing bowl. Hot, water and a dash of soap went into the bowl. I wasn't going to try to wash and rinse both. I had no idea how I was going to wash her hair, and when I asked her she said that could be later, and she'd tell me what to do.Finally the time came where I was standing beside the bed. The thermostat was turned up so she'd be comfortable, but. “Well…er…good luck with those,” I managed to reply, my mouth dry.“Thank you so much,” she said in her low, husky voice, and flashed a white smile across the room at me.At that moment Suzanne arrived with my cooked breakfast. It looked and smelt amazing. The family continued with theirs, and I tucked into mine, thankful for the distraction.After breakfast, I said my goodbyes to the family, almost glad to leave them as the distraction of having their sexy daughter sitting across the room from me. Expecting it last week I was disappointed it hadn’t arrived. Monday morning the doorbell rang it was about 9:15. It was the lady that lived across the street. We knew each other to speak that was it. Her husband had taken a job assignment out of town for two years which ended up in them divorcing. She said hi, I’m Janet (not her name), I have a package F****P left at my house last Friday, but I can’t carry it.Not a problem, I’ll come get it. As we walked over I knew what it was and made small.