"Okay," I replied. I went back to washing dishes, but she was looking at me. I finished washing the last pan and put it in the rack to dry. Hope leaned up and whispered in my ear.
"Amy needs to get laid. I want you to take her to your bed and give her a nice, thorough fucking." She leaned back and gave me a sweet smile. I heard Amy come out of the bathroom behind me. "Can you do that for me?" Hope asked.
"Sure," I said.
Hope started the dishwasher while I dried my hands. I turned and looked at Amy. She gave me a nervous smile and then walked out into the living room. Amy has what I think of as a "willowy" build. Slender but soft curves make up her body. All of the voluptuous women in my family make her look skinny and small-breasted by comparison, but objectively speaking she was lovely
