You’re a good looking guy, and you want to proposition someone who looks like me. What’s the matter you afraid no normal woman would want you or s...omething. Or are you some kind of pervert, Mister Cord?”“Huh? What? No, no, no, no,” he said. “Nothing like that, and no it’s not for me. I’m married, happily married. No it’s for a friend. He’s in tough like you. He got his injuries in the war though. He’s a real life hero. Saved a lot of guys and a nurse. But his face ... And he is in a wheelchair. She just doesn't have the... plumbing anymore. She will go out for the girls' soccer team in a couple of months. She'll make it, too, and she'll bring her school the state championships her junior and senior years." That should get her into college." It will, Penn State. She'll star on the soccer team there, too." I'm happy for her, but won't she always be a little disappointed about never playing college football?" No. There will be some sort of problem with the Penn State specialty kicker. "I said:"Okay."A short time later, she was straddling me really hard, and I had my cock nestled between her tiny vaginal lips when she was close to climax. Then, she stopped, stood up, slipped off her panties and asked:"Please finger my puss puss, to feel how wet I am?"With that, I briefly put my finger in and out of her pussy and noticed that she was dripping wet. Not noticing the video camera in the bushes, I found myself staring at the lens and asked her:"Your idea?"She asked:"What?"I said:. I actually staggered a bit, grabbed the candy stand to keep my balance, and felt my eyes roll up as I let out a soft whimper. OH! I was ORGASMMING right here in the check out line! There was no other thing it could be. There is no other feeling like it, but it had never happened outside of 20 minutes of dedicated work by Jon in the confines and privacy of our bedroom. And, it persisted like a mosquito bite that had just been lightly scratched. Instead of being satisfied, it just fired it up. To.