The needed result. I have no intention of spending the rest of my life sitting in a wheelchair, no matter how good a wheelchair I can build. It's bad ...enough that after last week's events that I need a cane most of the time. I'm odd enough at that school. The cane did not help any."Suddenly I stopped looking at my younger brother. I must have reached new levels of denseness. This is not about his injuries. Normally Jacob would not waste three thoughts on that subject. He'd correct as much as he. We were kissing and his hands were up my short skirt. People were all around us. He had a couple of fingers up me and really turning me on. I had my hand on his hard cock. Then next thing I know he is sliding his cock into me. It felt so good! I had never ever done a stranger, never dreamed of it, but here I was with a stranger balls deep inside me. And it only took a few hard thrust and I was having a massive orgasim and just as I was finishing that orgasim I felt his cock swell and explode. He moved in about two weeks ago with a couple friends. They where maybe 5 rooms away from me on 1st floor. As the week wore on I would be coimg and going and would notice them watching me. When I would walk by they never said anything but one of the guys always smiled at me.While one night I got a phone call and he said his name was Rick and he lived down the hall from me. He told me what he looked like and then I realized it was the young black guy that has been smiling at me. He said he would. To complicate matters further, my wife, her brother, and his wife had also gone to school with us. So I always felt the need for caution in how I inquired about her. Funny thing was that I never really knew my wife, her brother or my sister-in-law much in school, they were moving in totally different circles than my dream girl and I. That’s what always made it so ironic that the Mrs. always enjoyed having people describe us as “high school sweethearts” because we never really were. We were.