”I grabbed the pad and pen that sat next to our phone and scribbled down directions to her house, looking forward to not only getting her as a clien...t but also hearing her take on what was going on with Linda. Hopefully, she’d have some suggestions as to how we could help her. After thanking her profusely and then saying goodbye, I went to ask Dad if he’d mind calling her since he was off the next day. Dad said it wouldn’t be a problem and complimented me on thinking of her as a source of. She managed a feeble smile to us all, but there was a terrified absence in her eyes. My mother looked at her with a nervous apprehension. I could tell she hated that place. Not only because Nannie hated it, but because she feared it. ‘They don’t take good care of those people there.’ She said on many occasions. Nannie died months later, and my mother cried silently again. Life went on, and many years passed. As chance would have it, I got a job working as a chef in a large nursing home here. His cock had been hard for so long it was almost painful. Once the two men were alone, Leon looked directly at John. "Dude," he said in a rather loud whisper, "in case you hadn't noticed, that lady needs cock and I mean she needs it bad." John could only stare back at him, unsure of how to respond. The whole situation had taken on a surreal quality, as if the two of them were sitting casually in a bar somewhere, talking about a strange woman neither of them knew. Leon licked his lips as he. What a sensation that was! I could feel my cock getting harder again and getting pinched between my leg and the table. So much for being gay! I was about to move my hand to adjust it when I heard Rita say, “Roll over. I want to do your front now.”When I did so, I got another shock. Rita was straddling me, her sex directly over my cock. It was my first look at her close up, and it took my breath away. Her long limbs, her flat abdomen, those small but inviting tits, her blazing gray eyes, her.