..as you start to waken up, you roll onto your back so I can see your amazing body laid out in front of me, from the swell of your fabulous boobies to...the small tuft of hair protruding from you sweet delicate pussy...you open your eyes to feel me kissing you deeply... happy birthday I say..sorry but I thought we could celebrate your birthday together.. I took the liberty of unwrapping one of your presents already..I think you can feel it against your leg...slowly I break the kiss off and climb. The pilot died, and Orville came out of the accident alive but crippled.They went from one specialist of another, to no avail. Orville was condemned to spend the rest of his life in a wheel chair, and suffering of frequent muscular pains. The physician in whose care he was at the time recommended to seek the services of a physio-therapist.That is precisely when Roger Antrim came into the picture.Henrietta leaned her aching head against her dressing table. She was alone in the huge master. "You're so fucking hot", he says. I don't know how to reply to this, so I just smile. (What is the best reply to this, 'you too'?). When no one is paying attention he leans in and whispers "I want to fuck you in the bathroom". I look over at the bathroom, and it is secluded enough. The women's has three very large stalls in there and there's not many women in the pub. We're not too likely to be caught. Before I answer I feel his hand slide under my dress. He strokes my pussy over my pants and. I am not sure, but the driver/passenger(s) might have seen me. Then I walked along a walking path behind some apartment buildings. The feeling of exposure - of being stark naked and a long way from home- was making me head spin and I was shivering, not only from the chilly temperature. Below a light post I stopped and masturbated a few minutes just outside one of the buildings with the windows facing me. I saw nobody in the windows, but I don’t really know if somebody might have seen me. After.