I blamed it on hormones at first, which was probably a correct assumption. But they showed no signs of it. Occasionally, they’d talk about the odd, ...dirty thing. Hell, even I did that, it was just fun, but other than that, nothing really. They never spoke of boys, or too much about sex, yet they obviously got aroused every day by something or another. Yet everything seemed so clean. I doubted I’d even find signs of them masturbating, if I looked. All they did was run off to be by themselves to. ”“Okay - you can stay. I may need your help when I turn him.“Now, let me get this sheet pulled back.“Jack, are you awake?”“Yeahhhhhh - who are you?”“I’m Marti, and I’m your Home Health Nurse. I need to give you a sponge bath and make sure you don’t have any rash around your cast.”“DAMN! You are beautiful. I hope you come twice a day. What did you say your name is?”“Marti, and thank you. Now you just close your eyes and we’ll get you bathed.”“I’d rather look at you. Are you married?”“No, I’m not. Sandy stood before her professor. This was a man she admired. She loved his class. She loved his sense of humor that helped with implanting the class' concepts. She loved his looks and wondered about the package in his trousers. She may have even loved him. But for some reason, she might flunk his class!"Please, Dr S, how did I get an 'incomplete'? What do I have to do to complete the class? I need this class! I would do anything if I can just finish it with a C+!" She said, flopping into his. It was at the end of a long week of travel for her, sleeping in hotels, packing and unpacking, and she had driven for several hours to meet me at the Inn. Sometimes the body’s need for sexual attention and satisfaction overcomes a tired mind and body. Sarah needed her release; she wanted to cum. Then she would drift into a much-needed deep, restful sleep. I nibbled my way down Sarah’s stomach, bending her legs at the knees and pushing them apart, until her wet kitten was exposed for the.