She began unbuttoning her blouse.“Emma! What are you doing!?” Brent said, looking around in alarm.“Oh come on, live a little,” she said. She h...d all of the buttons undone and her bra was showing between the open halves of the blouse. Her experiences with us had made her a lot more bold than she would have been three weeks earlier.“Anyone could come by at any minute!” Brent continued to protest.“It’s night time, no one is coming by,” Emma said, waving her hand at him. She slipped the blouse off. I was glad to assist her in every possible way. And she knew it. She spent most of the time in bed. She had a fully automated wheelchair but with her legs wide spread, she could not sit comfortably in it. When she needed to go out for a breather, I just carried her to the window. She enjoyed these moments. Me too. My hands supporting her casted hips, her breasts pressed against my chest, her hands resting calmly on my shoulders, her breath tickling my neck. She watched the traffic, the people. I pull you up, and spin you around and push you face first against the shower wall, my one hand goes down and starts to massage your clit, and my other hand cups your tit, pulling your perfect nipples. I push my body into yours, and line my cock back up at your perfect pussy. Entering you from behind, you can feel how deep my cock can really go. You scream in pleasure as I keep pushing into you deeper and deeper. The water crashing down over your back, inbetween our bodies, slapping. .”some women generate quite substantial amounts of vaginal secretions when aroused.” Sure enough my finger became soaked, even felt the dampness in the palm of my hand that cupped her prominent pubic mound. What an anatomy lesson I was receiving in just minutes concerning the female body. “We had better move to the bedroom quickly,” she suggested. “but first I want you smell your finger.” I did and must say I had never encountered a scent like that, “Go ahead,” she.