He managed to guide and reassure me.While I wanked him, he groped my buttocks that I had smooth and beardlessnaturally, while he palpated my buttocks,...from time to time, heinsinuated his warm and inquisitive hand in my stripe.I really liked that, to feel the hands of men caress my buttocks, passingin an energetic manner by pinching them, to the softness of caresses onmy globes. His hands and fingers creeping into my line, touching mycrumpled and virgin rosette. In confidence, I let myself go in. She was sitting with him.They were talking and he was asking her about how beautiful she is, why didn’t she try for a job? To which she said nothing but smiled. I went to washroom and when I returned, I saw that they were talking very closely, his hand was on her thighs and he was enjoying her soft skin.When he noticed me, instead of separating he became more close to her and he placed his other hand on her waist inside her top. What was shocking to me that she was also not resisting him even. "We...have to stop," she then told me, meaning it. "But until then..." she added, now looking up to smile at me, almost imploringly so. "Until that time..."I didn't let her finish, I'm not sure she could have anyway. I merely nodded my head in acquiescence of that, for the first time since the accident, now wishing my still somewhat long recovery might even be further delayed.**We spent every night together after that making love. Two weeks later, one cast coming off my arm entirely, the other. An infantry officer with a pronounced limp isn’t what the generals wanted. I was educated in English Literature and American Military History on an Army ROTC scholarship. I was and am also, an accomplished author of romantic novels (bodice rippers) under the pen name Violet Claymore and westerns under my own name. So far I have accumulated a sizable savings and investment portfolio.Constance (Connie) is still working, and even she can’t spend money fast enough to decrease our wealth. She is an.