"But I did love it, last night," I said, as I got out of the smelly bed, "and I think you loved it too, didn't you?" Well, I guess I must have loved i...t, or I certainly wouldn't have made this terrible mess. Get up, sleepyhead, and let's get this bed cleaned up."Well, off went the sheets and blankets to the washing-machine, and the mattress was put up to dry, after we had tried to wash off some of the mess. And only when we had finished all this, did Helen want to hear one word about. It makes mefeel good.?It?s so nice to have your mouth filled,? says the voice.?Creamy is lovely,? it says.More cocks now. I see them more than I see ice cream. I like them. Ilove them. One big pretty one stays before me for a few seconds, maybeminutes, maybe hours, I don?t know. It is tall like a skyscraper,tanned, thick, with a big pink head and an intricate network of veins upand down it. My mouth waters for it.?So hungry,? says the voice. ?You are so, so hungry.?I am starving. There is an. I had been unable to walk, in fact I had no feeling below my waist since the terrible auto accident that nearly took my life three years ago. My husband, John, has been wonderful to me all through my recuperation and my therapy even though he has become resigned to the fact that our sex lives will never be normal again. Not only was I paralyzed from the waist down, but my genitals were severely injured and the scar tissue now prevents me from even attempting normal intercourse.I have become. We were nearly topless except her still embracing her bra. That was a first time and she hurriedly came forward and hugged me tightly. Her eyes were closed and I undid her bra from her back. She let it go. Her naked boobs were pressed against my chest and she was in no mind to let go of that position. She knew making out passionately and inherently.Next step was to undo our bottoms. And that was by and large the most erotic time of the day. The moment I moved my hand to her jeans, she moved her.