I don't know who, and if I did, the odds are good theyhaven't been here recently." They used to live in a sand castle?" I asked.She scowled at me. "No... stupidhead. They used to live in a real castle,and that's my point." She waved her hand and the castle disintegrated,every grain of sand dropping to the ground in an instant. She waved herhand again after touching the rock, and the sand once again raisedupward, this time in the form of my house. Unlike the sand castle, thehouse wasn't just some. “Almost there, almost there, almost there,” Laureen is shouting as her whole body tenses and Roger brings her to orgasm with the tip of his finger and thumb using two hands.Five minutes later I am sitting in my favourite chair with Laureen kneeling in front of me. She has my full attention with her tongue sliding along and pleasuring my very wet cunt lips as my man Roger watches while teasing his erection.“Blow him for me while I am pleasuring your cunt lips Sarah. I want to watch while I am. She circled my dickhead with her tongue and attempted to take me down her throat but gagged about a third of the way down. It was awkward – my dick was too thick and long to get in her mouth – but it still felt amazing and the sight of her ass in the air and the scent of her pussy was nearly enough to make me come even thought the blowjob wasn't that good. But she was persistent, so I laid back on the mattress and just enjoyed the feeling of her lips and the warmth of her mouth on my cock.She. The sink was low for those in awheelchair, and a mirror above the sink. I did my business, washed myhands and splashed some cold water on my face. I usually don't look intothe mirror. I don't like what I see. This time I had to make myselfpresentable.When I raised my eyes to look at myself I saw the door behind me in themirror. The door in the restroom is ok. But the entrance door was to myleft. This additional door was behind me. It had a doorknob relativelyhigh. Like doors in public pools to.