Before I knew it I was standing there in my boxer briefs with my jeans around my ankles, with 2 sets of hand roaming over my chest and thighs.The feel...ng was surreal. Four small soft hands gliding over me, was sending chills over my body and straight to my cock, which is now painfully hard. Feeling a tug on my leg in a silent request to lift it. When I did, I felt my jeans being pulled off, one leg at a time. Sliding her hands back up my calves then to my thighs, I feel a tug from the bottom. He didn’t want to talk about it. It was not widely known that he was paralyzed from the hips down. He didn’t want it to make him appear weak. I replied that a weakness of the body is not a weakness of the mind or soul. That if I was allowed to, I might be of some small aid, in at least in the lessening the appearance of a weak body.Adam’s scan of Roosevelt’s body showed the braces I had brought with me would fit. (I had to thank the little man for creating those ‘glasses’ I was wearing that had. Tongues play with each other, my finger sliding in and out of her wet cunt, her hand squeezing my stiff hard rod. Quickly I bring my hands to her shoulders and grabbing her roughly, turn and force her off the seat onto the dirty floor. "Take my prick out you cock sucker and give me a blow job. I want to cum on your face." Shaking hands unzip my pants, and with some effort, pulls my thick cock free. Now moist wet lips engulf the head, a tongue's tip plays with the slit. Now one hand grips. During the interview Cindy uncrossed her legs exposing her pussy, and we watched as his eyes met her crotch. A little tent formed in his pants. After she crossed her legs again we continued until his boner was no longer visible, then I uncrossed my legs. My erection made a nice little opening in the kilt to where you could see everything. My dick was hard and at its full 8 inches, and he saw this and his pants got even tighter. It was at this point I stopped the charade, “Excuse me AJ, but.