Abbie is a headhunter.

Over a month had passed since Abigail Harris had her mini-orgy with Bellevue Rest Home's retired gentle folks. In that time, Abbie had grown even closer to the folks under her care, especially her 'gang of four'. While she continued to accept cash 'gratuities' from the rest of the interested parties in the home, she was quite content with the gifts and affection showered upon her by the four she had grown to know best, especially her surrogate nana, Pearl Johnson, and her replacement grandfather, Frank Rosen. In return, of course, she did whatever she could to help with their sexual needs. But it didn't stop there. She had truly grown to feel part of their little family, getting to know the few relatives that did visit, and helping to celebrate birthdays and participate in other functions with them.

This was how she had come to join Pearl and the gang at the Sunrise Service Easter Sunday morn. The gang had come to enjoy going to the community church down the block instead of attending the bland chapel services at the home, and Abbie joined them this glorious Spring day.

As the five of them prepared to exit the church, they stopped to talk with the minister at the door.

"Wonderful service, Reverend!" Pearl gushed, shaking the man's hand.

"Why, thank you, Pearl! And it's wonderful to see you all here today! I know the parish's children will all be over to participate in the Easter egg hunt after the late morning service. I think it was such a good idea to get the community's senior citizens and the youngsters to interact with each other," the man of the cloth replied warmly.

"It certainly beats staring at the same four walls.. or this old codger all the time!" John Ray interjected, giving a playful push to Mark Chambers' arm.

"Oh, you!", Mark gamely blustered back. "What do you think of the home's new aide, Reverend?" he asked, artfully steering Abbie to the forefront.

The brunette blushed beneath her white, wide-brimmed Easter 'bonnet'.

"She's a looker, ain't she, Father?" John Ray offered happily.

Abbie blushed further crimson, lowering her head in embarrassment. He was a minister after all!

The Reverend's eyes quickly travelled Abbie's contours. "God has certainly bestowed his blessings upon the young lady, John," he replied in a noncommitting sort of way.

The minister was right. Abigail looked particularly pretty today in her Easter finery, without being inappropriate for a church service.

The violet-eyed brunette wore a lilac sundress of gossamer-thin material, with large pastel flowers covering the material from the bodice to just above her knees. Two sets of thin straps stretched over her bare shoulders, the only thing covering them was a delicate white lace shawl she had borrowed from Pearl to fight against the early morning chill. One set of straps held up the top of the dress, where a large ripple of the flimsy fabric circled her chest to disguise her thirty-eight inch titties. The other set of thin straps held the small lilac slip beneath the translucent dress.

The dress followed her contours closely, flaring out below her hips. As the hemline swished and swirled as the gang now made their way back to Bellevue Home, the tops of her bright white over-the-knee stockings could be seen against her tan thighs. Her calf muscles were set off by the lilac-dyed platform court shoes she wore as she chatted amiably between the four as they entered the sanitized environment of the home once again.

The five assembled in the lounge, empty Easter baskets and cartons of plastic eggs surrounded them on the tables.

"Okay guys, listen up" Abbie said, being officially put in charge this year by the director. "We've got almost three hours until the kids arrive. We need to get these hundred and some prize-filled eggs hid out behind the home before then. So, each of you grab a couple cartons of eggs, and let's get 'em hid!" the pretty brunette coached her team of four.

The landscaping behind Bellevue Retirement Home was actually quite lovely, with rolling hills of green manicured lawns and a large wooden gazebo in the middle of the property.

After hiding two cartons of eggs, Abbie decided to take a break from the ever-increasing morning heat. She had already removed her shawl and now stepped into the shadows of the gazebo.

The pretty brunette was surprised to see Frank Rosen sitting on one of the benches jutting from the inner wall. He had his cock in his hand and was jacking it, his eyes closed and his head tilted back.

"Oh, Abbie," she heard Rosen moan. The eighteen-year-old didn't think he had seen her enter. As she continued to listen, she realized he hadn't. He was thinking of her, though.

She gamefully decided to help the poor man. She laid her shawl under her knees, as to not soil her crisp white stockings as she knelt in front of him. The conscientious aide shifted her mouth back and forth over his jerking cock until she was able to capture the purple head between her soft lips.

Frank Rosen started at the surprising wet warmth that enveloped his cockhead and spread down his shaft to his fist. He opened his eyes and saw this vision sucking on his cock, looking up at him impishly as her cheeks hollowed. It took no more than that for the over-stimulated senior to shoot into her throat.

Abbie swallowed it all, pulling the old man's cock out and letting him see her lick it clean. "Mmm," she said, her violet eyes twinkling up at him, "that was better than a creme-filled egg!"

Frank just took off the wide-brimmed hat teetering at the back of her head and towseled her hair fondly. "I think I need to get off the Viagra. With you around, I don't need it!" he chuckled as he tucked his wilted cock back in his dress slacks.

Abbie smiled up at him, her head still resting on his lap.

"Having fun, you two?" asked a voice from behind them.