I guided her out of the shower, and handed her a big fluffy towel. She started to dry herself, but without a word, I caught her eye and commanded that... she dry me. With that naughty smile, she agreed, and she turned her attention to me. I grabbed another towel and worked to get her dried off as well. It was an interesting dance that we wove as searched out wetness and dried each other. Like the rest of her, her breasts were firm and real. She seemed to enjoy the extra time I spent drying them.. Lounging amidst the clutter of my bedroom, I opened the Shakespeareagain. I was slowly thumbing through the text of one of the histories,writing marginalia in a mousy scribble. Downstairs, I heard the frontdoor open. Desperate for a distraction from study I set the book asideand moseyed on down the stairs.The kitchen was like an earthquake aftermath, with bill papers piled onthe table and an unsteady stack of plates that had evaded washing. Igave Mom a cheery "Hi" as I entered. Arms overloaded,. We had a few more wines and Alice declared if l was to dress like a woman then l needed her to show me how to sit and how to walk, the wine was going well. It was strange Alice had been a neighbour for 14 years and in all that time this was the first time that we had actually really spoken; l opened another bottle and our inhibition’s went out the window and the discussion got more frank.Alice asked if l found knickers uncomfortable as the crutches wasn’t like boxers, l reminded her they would. "If it's too much just tell me to stop. Okay?" Stop?" I moaned. "I don't want it to ever stop. I want to be here for you and take care of you in all ways." He was now slowly sliding in and out of me. The pain has subsided to a harsh itch, one that needed only more of what was going on between my legs to make it stop. I could feel every inch against my strained love canal; could feel his swollen cock as if it were a part of my very being. Stop! Heck, this was only the beginning!His thrusting.