Before we go any further, let me tell you a little about myself. Thirty years old, tall, brown hair, blue eyes, and, for the most part, a healthy guy.... Except for one thing. Three years ago, shortly after our marriage, I was in a major car crash, leaving me paralyzed from the waist down. The other party to the crash agreed to a huge settlement, and the accident didn't stop me from making a living as a stock market analyst. The only problem was that it left my wife without a fully functioning sex. Here the woods had fully taken over and in a few more years, even this much of the old barn would be gone. The trees and vines would consume the remains of the structure. One section nearest the house had managed to hold together better than the rest though. As she peered into the darker opening, she could tell that animals had sheltered here at various times. She pulled a glow stone from the pouch she had it stored in and lit it so she could get a better look at what she hoped would be a good. I so want her to stroke it or enter her but I also don't want this to end.She continues her way down my chest and softly, tenderly licks the head of my shaft. I have to stop her from stimulating the frenulum as I don't want to cum yet.I move my way down to her inner lips and begin kissing and licking, paying attention to her now hardening essence. She stops me, reaches down, and with two fingers pull away the hood to expose her core. "Suck it, bite it, squeeze it," she pleads. As I do so she. I did.My drive back was on a Sunday and I stopped at the store. It was a mad house! Brides-to-be everywhere. I walked through the busy aisles and looked at the thousands of dresses on the racks. The store was so busy with so many people that I must have been assumed to be a potential groom or brother of one of the brides, just wandering about. I lost my nerve to ask for a fitting and took a business card from the counter.From the safety of my own vehicle outside, I called the store and.