Usually we wouldn't have a new friend come over to our house until we had already gotten acquainted, but this meeting with John would have to be a lit...tle different. Because John's business trip was during the middle of the week, we had to work around all three of our hectic work schedules. Paula and I would have to race home from work to get ourselves and our house ready for our visitor. I had been especially busy with work, hardly having any time to fantasize or imagine what wonderfully. So once I had put all the ingredients and the dishes on the kitchen counter, I usually hauled myself into one of the stationary chairs within easy reach of the stove.I always kept the door to my apartment bolted, so answering the door meant getting back in my wheelchair. And I knew what a waste of time it was going to be. In fact, I rehearsed my answers on the way over. No, Mrs. Golding, I haven't heard the man upstairs. No, Mrs. Golding, he isn't bothering me. Maybe, Mrs. Golding, you should. Look down if you can hear me… Diana almost shook her head…wondering if she was just imagining his voice. Then she heard it again. Charles concentrated harder and tried again. Oh, God…please let this work… Diana, I’m right behind you…outside the window. If you can hear me…or just sense me, look down or do something…anything… If he didn’t get a response this time, he would just work his way back to the other side of the dining room window again and try to get Lynda or Barbara’s attention. Charles. At this point, what I really needed was a was a way to teleport us directly back to the hotel room. For things to escalate here was doing me no good. I grabbed our coats and started breaking up the show so we could hurry back. While Courtney was putting her coat on, she pushed Jessica backwards in to me. She started grinding her ass hard on my dick. I don't think there was any way that she didn't feel me getting hard. She turned to face me, and with her lips just millimeters away from.