I don't bath him. But I help him into his shower and I help him dry off and dress. Mr. Packard is ninety years old. He isn't an invalid. He is, in fac..., surprisingly spry for a man of his age. But he needs help getting around and the people in charge at the home worry about him slipping and falling when he bathes.The problem is that he's an octopus. He cannot keep his hands off of me. So I started to wonder if, in my mind that night, I was really slapping Mr. Packard.Things continued to. There were many great hiding places. I decided to hide under the stair case. I had hidden there before. The space was large, as the staircase was a waterfall staircase, like the one in Gone With The Wind. Anyway, there was a full size door on each side of the space beneath the staircase. Each side was heavily paneled with real Walnut Paneling. Each Panel was hand carved with designs. I quickly ran to my hiding place while she was counting. I jerked the door open without even looking in. I was. I let go of her and made her squat on the couch with her back facing mine and I bent down parting her ass cheeks with my hands as I began to lightly tongue her anus. The moment my tongue was halfway in and her tight hole was lubricated enough she squirmed and squiggled as I got on my knees and gave my penis a few strokes. "Careful", she said. "Francoise hasn't ever been in there before and nor has anyone before him". I told her I'd make sure she wasn't hurt as I slowly made my way inside trying. Waylon dismissed the AI from his thoughts and walked to the hangar entrance. The steady drum of falling rain dancing on the tarmac helped him relax. He had the irrational urge to rip his shirt off and go running through the rain."AIs Norm and Chief have reports if you would like to hear them," Barry said, interrupting the peaceful moment.He sighed. Barry would have said if it was good news. "Go ahead." The surveillance probe has finished checking all the hospitals in Nanning. There is no record.