The story of how i discovered gravity or why chickens lay eggs

Aug 06, 2005 18:50

When I worked for the old age home one of my duties was to bathe the occupants. While frail old ladies presented no challenge and hanging them up to dry was a task trivial enough to be of roman origin. It was the bigger occupants which provided a problem, a larger one at that. How do you bathe a patient bigger than the tub? Sponge bathing was out of the question, forbiddin for centuraies by my religion, and packing them in like tuna, as tight as the ass skin on a frequenter of botox on the anal area. Thus I petetiouned the age board for a small funds package to purchase a tub to accomadate those individuals who felt above normal bathing aparati. My usual tubber recomended a nice modern model, aluminum and steel with brass accents and cherry-stone faucets but carrying a long stemming pre-desposition against anything with the word cherry on it i gave her a quick spin in the backroom and set out to the meat shop. FIguring it was pointless to work on an empty stomach Stefanos my barber hooked me up with some prime rib. Not wanting to offend dear stefanos or his lovly wife marsha we all constructed a cavernous showering canopy with bronze highlights. Though it did not compare to any sort of masterpeice my lovely aquaintence and casual sex-toy, the one proprietor of the tub store mary-beth could have produced, it would suffice and was quickly transported back to the home for those rounding the corner to death. Monsoir George was the first contestent to get sprayed by my meat, gushing and rushing he had a blast and i cant say it was bad for me either, better than a fucking sponghe bath for all involved.
As most of you know and few of you are sure to express the carnel delight of gentle massaging an aging persons toes. The rough, leathery skin, the startling yet slightly pleasent odour, and mostof all the the loss of bowel control from the extesy inducing foot rub.
Even fewer of you will admit that you enjoy being licked, especially by your grandparents. Not a quick nick on the forhead but a real honest and sincere lick, right across the chest and if your lucky (and they really like you) straight down your arm. Nothing compares.
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