Alas, poor Ian Jackson, Jackson thought. The unlucky adventurer had all the flesh melted off his bones by a skanky slime girl. Or some other shit like... that.The angel opened her mouth and started speaking to Jackson in moonspeak. Not again, couldn't he just--Hey wait, the Skip option was here too. Sweet.Skip.Jackson went straight to the end of the angel's speech. She'd stopped looking sad and instead had a smile full of positivity and hope.Go forth and cube the slimy skank, Jackson imagined her. It was do to the fact Johnny once told me, that for people to interact with someone in a wheel chair, you have to be the first one to move. Even if it is only to make small talk. Otherwise, they don't know how to approach you. It allows them to feel comfortable around you and puts them at ease enough to interact with you. It may not be right, but it is the only way. People just liked being around him and Johnny was comfortable in his own skin. Proof that nice guys do finish first! . But wait! This wasn’t my familiar ‘ladies’ size, for personal use, my dildo toy…this was hot…and big…BIG…it was stretching me like never before…it would fit, wouldn’t it? My personal dildo was slender, delicate…this thing inching into me was awful…I lifted as it squeezed inside…stretching me, exploring, the guys released my wrists, sensing now my willingness…it was hurting me and I reached for it…my hands were at my waist, smoothing my legs…feeling my hair, my clit…this hot thick cock…I. He finally stopped giving Enzos Niki a slight reprieve. She sat there trying to catch her breath. When she opened her eyes, he had released his aching cock from its confinement. It was the biggest cock she had seen in her life, and she had to have it. Gaining some composure she leaned forward and took it into her mouth she almost couldn’t fit it in her mouth. She sucked on the head and licked down the shaft and he closed his eyes savoring the feeling. The crowd on the bus watched in rapt.