James had to admit, both were quite attractive. Stacy was about 5'9" tall, had brown hair down to her mid-back, and perky teardrop shaped breasts that... definitely looked like they had the firmness only a teenage rack could have. It also looked like Stacy usually kept herself completely bare, because there was only a hint of any pubic hair between her legs.Natalie, though dressed like a tomboy in baggy clothes and sporting a fairly short haircut, was for lack of a better word—total jailbait. The. "Well, okay then. Let me look at you, hun," Mom said pushing back on my shoulders and looking me over. "Dang, girl, ain't there no food at that school o' yours?" "I just have great genes, Mom," I laughed, pleased at the compliment. "The freshmen twenty can't touch me. Like you're one to talk anyway." Even pushing forty my mom was still beautiful. Her red hair fell to the middle of her back and was silver kissed at the temples. She kept her long legs toned with all the farm and yard work around. My stepdaughter wasn't only having sex; she was fucking just for fucking. I was totally blown away, I never thought of her as a slut and yet that is what she just told me she was. I took a long drink from my now cold coffee and looked at her. Her nipples still stuck out proudly and poked the material of her sheer top. Well, I thought to myself, there are several different roads I can take here. I can walk away from it and maybe tell her mother, I can get outraged and yell at her or I can give. He and his partner were actually philanthropists in a way. They were using their expertise and contacts to provide a better life for some disadvantaged girls. For the moment he forgot that they were being well rewarded for their services, better rewarded than the girls who did the work.In all it was about thirty minutes from the time he left until he returned home to pick up his laptop. To his surprise there was a Porsche parked in the driveway and then he recognized it as George's mechanical.