She wasn't wearing a bra and I could clearly see her dark areolas and nipples poking through her tight, white shirt. Every few seconds I'd sneak a pee...k at her breasts. A huge bulge had formed in my pants and was hard to the extent that it ached. I was gazing upon her incredible body when I heard moaning. I looked up in horror to see that the movie had a sex scene in it.The girl in the movie was blowing the guy. I held my breath in hopes that the scene would just end before the couple went any. "Wow—that—was..." Amy said between breaths, but decided she couldn't finish just yet.Ronda kissed her cheek, "it's okay Sweet P, just relax."Amy's new nickname was fine when they were alone, but it bothered her when Ronda would call her that in public, and as fate would have its own way, it had stuck, and now "everyone" called her by that name. Of course no one knew what the "P" stood for, and when asked, Ronda would just say, "ark, ark, ark, I yam what I yam," and let them draw their own. A white long sleeve shirt covered her where the dress stopped. I was also relieved to see she was at ease.Because of my arm I had to bring things out one at a time. She poured us tea from the pot as I put down honey and then fetched the fresh eggy cakes, wrapped in paper, just like I’ve had in Chinese bakeries. As I was walking back she asked, “Do you want honey in your tea Mr. Carlo?” Her voice had an awkward cadence as if it still took a split second to think about how to say something.. For the most part, our marriage is wonderful. But as you can guess, our love life isn’t what it would be if I could move. Even if I could move just my arms, I know I could satisfy her entirely. Due to my condition, the only real sex we can have is oral, her sitting on my face. For the first two years, face-riding was all we needed; she said she was truly happy just being with me.As our marriage expanded emotionally, our sex life dwindled into nothing. We tried to spice up our sex life with all.