He stepped inside still undressing her with his eyes. His kind always did. Curiosity and perversity always got the better of them but she didnʼt mind...as long as his money was good.“Two hundred and you can do anything you want.”
“You ... you really canʼt feel...” he started.
“Nothing, so whatever you want, any way you want.”
 Lynette maneuvered the wheelchair into the living room. She and Don had bought the house four years ago right after the accident which had left her paralyzed from the waist. Suddenly the hood is removed,. but i'm temporarily blinded by the light. I am pulled into a bent position by my hair. I hear a buzzing before I feel a clipping machine start to shear my shoulder length red hair. I scream as I'm quickly sheared and gain a stinging slap across my face. A sharp sting hits the back of my skull, almost as one would expect a stapler to feel.Some more lotion is applied to my now bald scalp before something resembling a black and white rubber swimming cap is pulled. She was in saree and her navel was visible to me. I grabbed her butt and pulled her close and I placed my nose in her belly button. She was shocked.Aunt: What are you doing, honey?Me: I do this to mom whenever she rinses my hair.She continued the rinsing and I was moving my head and kissed her navel. I was pressing her ass as much I could. My dick was rock hard poking through the towel.Aunt: Does your mom let you do this?Me: Yes.She sat beside me, she saw my erect dick and asked, “What else. Ah, a tag team effort thought the stranger. Ok, lets see how you play this out. The intersection ahead was clear, and the light was still green. With only a hundred yards left before they all sped through, the speedometer approaching sixty mph, twice the legal limit. He moved up beside the silver roadster, and just as the light was turning yellow, the stranger punched the accelerator to the floor, the driver of the silver Mitsubishi down shifted to second, and missed, re clutched and hit third,.