The only thing left was to actually touch one another. At that thought, images of caressing his face and meshing our mouths together invaded my mind. ...Our tongues would battle one another and I gently bite down on his bottom lip. I started to feel heat between my legs and thought it was best that I lay down and try to get some sleep. I would see my sexy Brit soon enough. I shut the balcony door and went over to the side of the bed. I slipped out of my jeans and raised my top over my head then. My first encounter was about a year after losing my legs. I was at my cousins house drinking and listening to music and we had a few friends over, including a girl named Amanda that I had fucked before, back when I had legs. She was a thick girl with long brown hair. Not fat but thick! Perfect. It was the first time I saw her since losing my legs, and being in a wheelchair. I've always had a nice body and even with my stumps I still wear tight jeans and have nice thighs..... We got a. Thank goodness the girls had long since gone up to Cathy’s bedroom. Ross pretended to show some interest in the football, only as an excuse as to why he was there and not up in his room. He would have preferred to have been reviewing his camera work but there was a hidden agenda as to why he wanted to be with his mother when Cathy came home. For the thirty minutes or so he had spent alone in his room he had managed to watch a little of what he had captured on his computer, and he knew he had to. Actually it was midday when she emerged from her cot in the spare room. Her packed bag lay discarded in the corner. She winced at the glaring sunlight."Eliza love, you're looking poorly," said Mrs. Smyth, " would you care for some crispy bacon?" No, no!" Eliza replied, " I need a glass of water." You wouldn't have heard the news. The armistice has been signed, we're at peace at last."It took awhile for Eliza to absorb the news. Outside the villages and soldiers were already hanging red, white.