“You have done well, Sister Abigail,” she said with a smile. “The boy’s hands are very nearly healed. I think that he will soon be able to lea...e us.”Abigail lowered her head. “Thank you, Mother Clare,” she murmured, but in truth she felt tears welling into her eyes. She spoke barely a word as she cleansed Peter’s hands, which were indeed much improved, with only a few patches of raw flesh remaining. She glanced once or twice at Peter’s face and could see that he too was painfully affected by. I had saliva and precum from Woody all down my face, sweat dripping down my back and between by breasts. My nipples were red and felt like they were on fire and my throbbing snatch was dripping my own cum as well as the glorious load that Buzz had delivered. I was in heaven, breathing deeply, trying to take in everything that had just happened.Then I felt Woody lift up my thigh and Buzz slid out from underneath me, and realized that I had only done half my job, this slut still had work to. Now a guy who has spent five years free from the company of women, is likely, when his mind does turn to the subject of the fair sex, to get the most gynormous hard-on. Which indeed is what I was sporting when Vanessa’s sexy voice first shattered the calm of my island paradise. ‘That’s a very nice flag-pole you’ve got there,’ said a voice that seemed to embrace me with its feminine warmth. ‘But I don’t see any flag.’ I immediately took the straw hat that was hiding my eyes from the sun and. Like me, he’s a lanky beanpole except, since my retirement a year earlier, the inactivity caused me to add ten pounds.In the lounge, we allowed our bodies to settle into the depths of the leather armchairs.“We can’t drink on empty stomachs.” He handed me a menu. “Lunch?”“Thank you, Tom. That will be good.”While we perused the menus, an attractive waitress arrived. She appeared to be in her early twenties, all smiles and eager to please.“What would you like, Dad?”“A sandwich will suit me.” I.