Her feet were tiny and I could take more than one toe at a time in my mouth.A shiver came over her as I kissed the inside if her left ankle, working m...y way up her leg. I was gaining confidence and was becoming more confident that she would not resist any attempt on my part to kiss her pussy. I had never given much thought to women shaving that part of their anatomy, so I honestly don't know if she shaved, or if her soft, thin, tuft of hair was naturally as short as it was. I climbed back on. I decided to have a go for it. I sprinted, made it to my car and just when I thought I would jump into my car, a hand grabbed my shoulder and I heard a male voice ?Wel, wel, what do we have here??My heart sank in my shoes. I turned around and I looked at 4 men who were grinning when they saw me, a man dressed in lingerie and a baby doll. I wanted to speak, but immediately they shouted ?look at what is written on his body and face, haha! Cocksucker! Bukkake slave! Cum bucket! Maybe we should. I usually worked the second shift so I helped my guests with dinner and getting ready for bed. I preferred to call them guests instead of patients. I believed they had earned that right. Most of our guests were here because they were elderly or were unable to live on their own. Their families were too busy and didn’t have the time to help them properly. That is when they would move in to our facility. I loved those people. My story will mainly be about Ben Johnson, a man in his seventies. We. I grabbed a towel and threw it to Erica. As she cleaned up I slid behind her and easily slipped my raging hard-on into her inflamed pussy. She raised her leg, and put her foot flat on the bed allowing David a great view of my dick plunging into her dripping pussy. I reached over grabbed her breast and started a slow steady stroking. David leaned up on his elbow watching me as I worked her pussy from behind. He then reached out and placed his hand a bit above Erica’s pussy. He slowly slid his.