She cleaned me up every day and seemed to take great pleasure doing it. She saw me naked on more than one occasion, and even saw my penis try to becom...e erect. She'd pretty much seen all of me anyone could ever see, and more. And now here she was continuing to take care of me, on her own time. Sitting next to me driving me home was no longer nurse Sharon, but friend Sharon, woman Sharon, willingly giving of herself and her time to help me.The place looked the same as we pulled into the parking. There was one such interesting mail from a lady. The mail was both cryptic and interesting. It just said these sentences, “My body is a temple of sacred divinity, the more you pamper it, the more you will be blessed”.After reading this, I was intrigued. A curious feeling of wanting to know this person arose in me. I then replied back, “I am a priest of such holy dirties. Would love to do you justice”. I think this was the reply the person was waiting for. She replied to me asking if I would be. Her car battery died in the most inconvenient of places; down a seldom-used road in a small northern Minnesota farming community, almost two hundred miles from her home in Chaska. She was woefully unprepared for such a situation; not only had she not dressed appropriately for freezing weather, but her cell phone’s battery was dead. If not for the kindness of a sweet, older couple down the road, she would likely have died trying to find help. And, now, as she sat in the wood-paneled family room. “Oh God - oh fuck me! Fuck me!” The words are a litany of nonsense sounds. With your nerves laid bare, shrieking with pleasure, you don’t even know you’ve spoken.You can feel it coming, gathering momentum; you can feel it in him, too, in the sudden hoarseness of his breathing, the slight thickening of his cock. You give yourself to it, let it come, and then it hits. Your body is submerged in ecstasy, every cell exploding, again… again…. Oh my fucking God… again!You scream and cum - and cum -.