"I know. You have saved me many times, but I am ready. You know my Rebecca, remember her from the painting?" Jonathan asked."Yes," Laresa said. Once h... asked her she became his Rebecca. Her features became those of a young woman, just reaching twenty years and he whispered for her to take him back. Jonathan watched in wonder as his hand, now free of age spots, stroked the raven locks of his long dead wife. "Thank you, Laresa."Jonathan passed that night, with the name of his wife on his lips.. “Wow!” she said. “That feels good. Come on, Mum.”Ann had always enjoyed swimming and without hesitation, dived into the pool, her body as graceful as a fish. It wasn’t a long pool and she had reached the far end before surfacing. She was gasping slightly as the water, warm as it was, was considerably cooler than the air temperature. After a while they emerged and walked over to the sun-loungers and chatted without thought of the time.“What a bevy of beauty,” Jeff said as he strode through. The rescue centre were looking for a permanent home for her. Pixie was the most loving animal imaginable and went from person to person lapping up all the attention she could get. Her pencil looking tail wagged more than tongues at a rumour convention. The humans around her had as much joy in giving her the attention she so craved. One last minute change took everyone by surprise occurred just as John was about to leave home with Pixie safely stowed in the rear of the van. Linda parked herself. Then the bamboo took a leisurely journey across the insides of my taut thighs, eating away at this most tender area as my penis twitched from the pain and excitement of it all. Traditionally the very last strokes of the canes are delivered to first my penis and then my scrotum, leaving me in breath-taking pain and at the same time usually producing a substantial ejaculation despite the excesses of the session. I was not disappointed, especially when the bamboo cane neatly cut my penis.