Kerry was prime fantasy material—in my wildest dreams I never imagined I'd get to give her a bath.
I met Kerry’s mom first, not long after the two women moved in across the street. Kerry had left for college and I helped her mother out a few times, mostly with heavy lifting. Mom was my age and a fine looking woman, but Kerry was something else—prime fantasy material. Kerry was no tomboy, but she could work hard, physically. It was summer, after her first year of college, and she’d worked...Read On