Abbie loses her clothes.

Abigail Harris and her two geriatric playmates were too exhausted from their sexual shenanigans to notice the weathered, but steady, hand that eased it's way over the rail of the nursing home's garden gazebo. The fingers snatched the eighteen-year-old's lilac-hued panties off the bench, then as the thief pulled his hand back, he yanked the sheer material of the girl's discarded flowered dress off the bench back with his other hand.

As he slowly eased the pilfered goods towards him, not wanting the sudden movement to attract any attention, he looked to the brunette beauty.

Abbie lay against the back of the wooden bench, her head tilted back, her eyes closed, the teen's long eyelashes fluttering slightly behind the fashionable black plastic frames of her glasses as she fought to gain her composure. She was continuing to breathe heavily from the mind-blowing cum she had received from the old man still between her splayed, stockinged legs. The intruder saw the girl was ruffling the white hair of the gent below her, like a silent thank you for the great oral sex. John Ray's head was still buried between the soft thigh flesh as he was catching his breath, and was in no position to see anything. The intruder saw her thirty-eight inch chest heave inside the silky confines of the violet slip, and was eager to see the fair maiden before him in just her little opaque slipdress.

As he draped the gossamer-like material of the violet dress over his arm, he stuffed the pilfered panties in his pocket with his free hand, continuing to watch what might transpire inside the gazebo.

He looked to the opposite side of the shaded gazebo to see the third member of the threesome resting on a bench as well, her head back, her breathing labored as she still clung to the dildo that had helped bring her to her orgasm. He noticed the old woman's eyes fluttering to life, and decided it best he disappear before he, and the missing items, were noticed.

As quietly as he appeared, the intruder disappeared behind a cloak of manicured topiary scant feet from the tall gazebo.

Pearl Johnson blinked her eyes open, regaining focus in the shadowy interior of the home's gazebo. She realized she still had her surrogate husband, 'Carl' inside her still youthful snatch. The genteel old woman pulled the dildo from her and tucked it into the inside of the cloth folds of her omnipresent sewing bag. After rearranging the hem of her Easter Sunday finery, Pearl called to her two friends.

"Abigail! John Ray! We best get going!" urged Pearl as she continued to rearrange herself as she stood up, her legs still a little shaky.

"Mmm.. Nana Pearl?" Abbie replied dreamily, as if waking from a delightful dream. The woman's words sunk in, and the nursing home volunteer glanced to the delicate silver watch on her left wrist. It was another gift from a satisfied client.

"Oh, my! you're right Nana Pearl!" Abbie agreed, knowing time was now of the essence. She had to get back up to the main residence to prepare for the Easter Egg Hunt festivities. As she attempted to get off of the bench, she realized John Ray hadn't moved from between her legs.

Pearl had noticed as well, and was having none of it.

"John Ray! I'm sure dear Abigail will let you eat her little pussy at another time! We need to get moving!" the old woman said exasperatedly, moving up behind him, her arms crossed expectantly.

"I'd like to, dear heart," the silver-haired gent growled back. "But I can't seem to move!" he said, his arms shaking as his hands pushed against the bench to pull himself up. But it was to no avail. He wasn't moving. "I.. I think my back went out," he muttered.

"John Ray! I told you to watch yourself, that this would happ.." Pearl chided, standing over him.

"Just help me up, will you, woman? I don't need a lecture," John interrupted, holding up a hand.

Abbie bit her lip to keep from laughing at the bickering friends, still not sure how serious the situation might be. As she saw Pearl manage to pull the man up off her, the aide slipped across the bench in the opposite direction from Pearl. The pretty brunette got to her feet, pulling her slip down into position and moved over to the struggling couple. She helped Pearl get the silver-haired gent to his feet, straightening him out, using what she had learned from the night nurse to great effect.

John Ray smiled when things seemed to pop into place beneath his Sunday best as the two women helped him rearrange his clothes.

Glad to see a positive resolution to John Ray's problem, Abbie nonetheless confronted him, looking over her black ovalled spectacles at the smiling old man, wagging her index finger at him.

"I want you to see doctor though, tomorrow, John Ray!" Abbie dutifully ordered as she stood before him in her curve-hugging lilac slip.

"Yesss, Motherrrr!" John drawled, pouting at being talked to like a child.

Abbie turned away from him, and shared a smile with Pearl.

"Okay, dear. You best get dressed and get going. I'll take care of this old fool, make sure he gets up there on time!" Pearl said, linking her arm through the arm of the griping John Ray.

"Thanks, for everything Nana!" Abbie cooed to the old lady, leaning forward to give her a chaste peck on the woman's rouged cheek. The sweet-faced teen's jaw dropped, though, when she turned to retrieve her lightweight frock from where she had draped it over the bench. Abbie couldn't find it. Neither did she find her panties in their resting place. She leaned over the railing to see if they might have fallen outside. Nothing but planted flowers.

She looked back to Pearl in desperation.

The old lady read her worried look.

"Dear, what's wrong?" asked the silver-haired woman.

"My.. my clothes are gone!"

Pearl looked around the gazebo with Abbie, John helping in the search. "I'm afraid someone took them," Pearl concluded. "If I find one of your cronies snitched them.." the woman turned to John Ray and pointed to him.

Pearl turned quickly back to Abbie, surveying the situation. She studied the curvy misses' attributes in the above-the-knee slip.

"Well really, Abbie, this provides as much coverage as the dress, and isn't see-through. I think you'll have to make do. There's no time to find something else," Pearl commented, having taken the material in hand to study it more closely.

Abbie pouted a little, having hoped to show off her new frock. But she knew Pearl was right. She hugged the woman and took off up the hill, careful the warm Florida breeze didn't pick up the hem of her slip as she did so.

Back in the gazebo, Pearl picked up the basket Abbie had left to carry it for her.

"Hmm," she thought aloud. "Seems there are some things missing from here as well."