The flesh is willing but the spirit is weak

Abbie and Pearl arrived late for the kids party of course. And from then on, Abbie was involved in a constant whirl of organising games and food and sorting out problems.

But by the end of it, she was still buzzing with nervous energy.

?Okay, Nana Pearl,? she said. ?What shall we do about these decorations? Take them down now, or leave them for tomorrow??

?Oh, leave them for tomorrow, definitely,? the old lady replied, collapsing into a hig backed chair. ?I?m bushed. Besides don?t you have maintenance fellas who will do that for you??

?Oh, yeah, I guess so,? replied the teenager. ?I?m just not ready to quit yet. I?ve got to do something? Hey, why don?t we get you upstairs and maybe fool around a bit more, huh? What do you think??

But whatever Pearl thought, she was keeping to herself, as all that could be heard from the old lady was a gentle snoring.

?Guess that?s a ?no? then,? murmured Abbie to herself. ?Abe, what about you??

?Uh, sorry dear,? replied the old man, who was just re-entering the common room, ? but we?ve all had a tiring day. The spirit may be wilng, but the flesh is weak.?

?It doesn?t feel that weak to me,? grinned Abbie as she fondled the old man?s crotch.

?That bit might be fine,? protested the old man, ?but the rest of me is fit to collapse. Why don?t you give old Frank Rosen a go??

?But he?s asleep,? protested the teenager, seeing the old man slumped in a chair, flaked out after an afternoon as ?Mr Bunny?.

?Well then, he can?t protest then, can he?? reasoned Abe Prescott.

Abie considered his words. She was beginning to feel particularly horny. But maybe on Easter Sunday it was better to give than to receive. Thoughtfully, she moved closer to where Frank lay dozing in his chair. All around her the residents were asleep. Most of the staff who had stayed on for the party had now gone home, or were on call in the staff room. Why not?

Emboldened, the teenager lower unzipped he old man?s baggy trousers and reached inside, through loose fitting underwear, to the warm cockflesh within. She felt his manhood stir in her hand. Gently she stroked it, until it began to unfurl in her hand. Frank mumbled in his sleep, but did not wake up. Cautiously Abbie licked the rounded top of the old man?s cock. Frank still did not awake. And then she snaked her tongue down the length of its shaft. Frank?s cock swelled at her touch, but the old man slept on.

Finally, Abie, through caution to the wind and began to suck on the old man?s penis with enthusiastic abandon. After a time, Frank began to fidget in his sleep and Abbie realised that he might be nearing his climax. The eighteen-year-old sucked the pensioner?s cock even harder and wanked its shaft. Soon, she felt her mouth fill with the familiar salty taste of Frank?s warm viscous fluid.