When he finally brought his eyes into focus, he realized the person bathing him was a woman, girl, actually. She was one of Clara Barton's recruits in...what some where calling the Red Cross after the one on their caps. This one appeared to be eighteen or nineteen, maybe a little more, but Jesse was still woozy enough to be able to tell for sure.'Oh', she said, you're awake at last!'It was at that point that Jesse realized the girl was washing his cock and balls, albeit, under a blanket cover. He. I started reading his file and was startled at what I saw. It started:Greg's JournalWell journal, I am really in the dumps this time. I think my wife is going beyond our agreement of what is acceptable in our marriage. I have noticed things lately that force me to wonder. I love Lori dearly and have been completely happy for all the years of our marriage. Even her lesbian love affairs are fine with me. It turns me on and makes her happy, and filled all of her needs beyond what I could provide,. Can you do that?” I grinned.“Yes,” he said, but not convincingly, but followed me to catch up to Stephie.“Stephie, our friend here needs some help with calculus and maybe a bit of chemistry. He asked me about some help with his computer class and I said yes. Think you could help him?”“Of course! Why didn’t you just say so, Jorge?” she asked, flashing her usual smile.Jorge just looked down. I gently nudged him with my shoulder and he looked up.“You’ll really help?” he asked, his nerves clearly. She came to get me about 10:15, and we went to the yoga room. The lights were only half on, and there was relaxing music on the CD player. She slipped out of her scrubs, and had a sports bra and spandex shorts on under them. She went through some yoga exercises, and showed me some positions. Next thing I knew, we were rolling around on the floor mats with her tongue down my throat, and my hands under her bra! She whispered in my ear that her niece had told her what happened in the laundry room,.