"Frank!"Frank stared into familiar hazel eyes and a flushed face. But still, he wasn't satisfied until he took notice of his own clothes below the oth...er boy's neck and allowed himself a relieved breath."Jesus, Oliver," Frank whispered in a hoarse voice. He let go of Oliver, but stood next to him so that they were shoulder to shoulder as he redirected his attention to the suspicious shadows. He wanted the contact. Any contact. Any comfort. At the moment, Oliver provided it."I don't know where he. I would sometimes let my hands stray near or actually touch pussies. Sometimes eliciting moans from the patients. When this happened, I would be emboldened, and I would take more liberties. I found pregnant women had very sensitive pussies.Sometimes, when I got the right reaction, I would rub the pussy and touch the clit with my gloved finger. If there were no objections, I would finger the pussy and sometimes bring the patient to orgasm. I had more than one satisfied patient give me a deep. ”“Let me think about it.” I knew this was Paul’s way of often avoiding a tough decision. When it involved work, he called it the Law of Delay – never make a decision until you have to, particularly if it’s a large, high impact one.Paul’s first night home, I slept nestled in his arms and purred like contented cat until sleep overtook me. Paul went out like a light. His internal clock was screwed up; however, he’d stayed awake the entire trip from China and so had a sleep deficit to work off.Zoey. The adults headed right to the hot tub. There were two older women maybe fifty or so and a man their same age. One of the men was much older and they all climbed into the water together. I was just about to get out and find another place to relax when the older man smiled at me and said that his name was Zeck. He stuck out his hand and I took it with a shy grin. They all settled in on the other side of the hot tub from me and once again I started to relax. I found the sounds of their voices.