“Yes,” he said. Curtiss let his knowing eyes float toward a table maybe ten feet away from them.A guy in a wheelchair wheeled himself up to the ba...r and raised his glass for Curtiss to refill. Curtiss took the one step to his left to answer the call.“Another one Lee?” he said.“Yeah, if you will old bud. I’m waitin’ on Lance,” said Lee. He noticed the handsome, and fairly tall guy next to him looking down at his legless self. In spite of the dim light he seemed familiar, but not really.“The war,”. "My first reaction was that she was a pan handler trolling the washrooms. But when I turned around I looked down and saw a short dark haired granny-type with big breasts and a knit shawl smiling up at me. I gave her a half smile while I opened my hand holding quarters. Without breaking eye contact she helped herself to a few of them while giving me a wicked hungry smile."I'm in 202. Come on over when you're done and I will repay you, with interest."Then she turned, walked out of the laundry. You are paying me for sex, for the use of my body for your pleasure.”She blushed deeply at this. “So take off your shirt and let me see what your taste in bras is.” She pulled the shirt over her head forthwith and stood in her white bra, her arms at her side. Her breasts were probably going to be smaller that I thought, but they looked firmer than I would have guessed. “The bra looks pretty tight”, I said, “Do you like tight bras?” She was blushing again. “yes”, she said, I like my breasts. Wow, that was hot.Even hotter was when she spanked one of Dylan's buns a few times for good measure. That's when we both learned that Dylan likes to be spanked. It got the bent-over teen so excited it pushed her right over."Aaah, aaah," Dylan moaned and whimpered as her orgasm crushed down on her."...let go... Merry..." she gasped out as her knees collapsed and the kitchen table squeeked slightly under her weight. Her rectum fluttered and quivered along my entire length and then her asshole.