It was always depressing but could be worse — some of the other poor sods are completely past it, incontinent, drooling, hanging around in dressing ...owns — at least she’s usually clean and fully dressed unless it’s really a bad day. Although she mainly talks crap she’s generally cheerful, only occasionally dissolving into tears for no obvious reason. About a year or two back I went in as usual and sat in the extra chair playing with my phone. Dad and Gran made all the running and I couldn’t. ”“Hear, hear,” Morane chimed in.Joseph listened as the young woman told the group of the things she disagreed with but Amelia could see he wasn’t swayed. Her assessment was confirmed when he spoke.“I appreciate your sentiment,” he said when Lucretia had wound down. “But they are mere words. Some people have asked me to ameliorate your sentence but I find I have no real grounds to do so. It is obvious that you are intelligent and I have to wonder if that means you are smart enough to tell me. She was in a white robe that hung to her mid-thigh. It was tied loosely and hung open just enough so make out tiny, white panties and the bare skin of her chest. Her hair was the slightest bit damp, just out of the shower. "I'm going to tell you exactly what I told him. There really isn't any possible way this ends well. Not for you, him, me, hell, even your sister. I don't know why you guys want to do this?" Moving slowly across the room, her clean scent hit me before her touch. She gently. But, I always finished with a douche mix that I would put a couple of drops of Chris' favorite perfume- Jovan Musk- in to give him a little more pleasure. So, into the shower I jumped and began the process.I had pretty much finished the cleansing part, which meant a few trips to the toilet and bidet, and was just enjoying the feel of the warm water flowing over my body. My eyes were closed and I was thinking about the weekend to cum as the wall jets massaged my aching body, when I felt arms.