I knocked on the door. A few seconds later it opened, and Ivy stood there. Delilah was right behind her.
Both of them were wearing simple tank tops and short hotpants, and they looked fucking sexy. Ivy's hotpants were tight enough that her noticeable cameltoe was impossible to miss, incredibly hot. Her mother's tank top was thin enough that her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric.
Delilah had that soft, slightly saggy, thick milf body that always looked good. Ivy had a similar build but thinner and fitter, still soft in the right places. Both of them were ridiculously sexy.
"I'm so sorry," Ivy said. "Mom's computer started acting up and we really don't want to pay for a repairman."
"Yeah, sure," I replied. "But I charge five bucks an hour."
"Finish it in fifty-nine minutes and you'll get the cake I'm baking," she offered.
