She was all about being healthy and living as long as we could. I rubbed my hand across her breast and down her stomach. How I would miss her, she was...the love of my life from the moment I saw her. I kissed her perfect lips and wished she could kiss me back. Her laying there naked on my table was beginning to turn me on. My dick was beginning to sense what was going on. I turned on the water and started to hose her body down. I always rinsed the body before giving it a good scrub down. It was. Boeing had a division that specialized in converting the 700 series into very luxurious personal and business jets. The sales division was to have several on display.Another plane we were looking for was something to patrol the South African property. I knew that getting anything like that from government surplus was not going to happen, period.I had a bad gut feeling Iran was not going to go away peacefully. They were tied in with ISIS, Boko Haram, Al Qaeda, Ansar al-Sharia, Al Shabab and. .. old clothes were gone.And I didn't remember anything.Jessie?Well, I sure didn't hire a scrub-nurse.That must mean that Jessie had changed me, bathed me after I'd cum all over myself - and it had been a record load. I wasn't a doctor; but I was pretty sure that my current output was probably beyond the natural, biological limit for a man of any age! And getting worse! And Jessie ... without being asked ... completely cleaned my naked, ejaculating body. I just ... I didn't know we had that. "So that was a girl then?" Jack Casey asked looking up at Claire when she moved to their table with her coffee pot. Jack was one of the three truck drivers that stopped there twice a day from their sawdust runs. Breakfast and dinner mostly. "If you think that was a boy that day, then you guys need to start getting out more!" Claire said as she turned back towards the counter."Told you that was a damn girl!" One of the truck drivers said nudging the one sitting next to him and across from.