My wife’s and Angela’s clothes were in total disarray, so I felt I should help them out. I slowly slipped their arms out of their clothing, undid ...ips, slipped skirts off, removed Angela’s bra, being careful not to disturb what was going on between them both. After then removing my clothes, we were all naked. My wife and Angela slid to the floor, still fingering each other. I was stroking them both, kissing their breasts, arms, legs, touching whatever I could reach. This was heaven. Although my. “Start anyway you want,” I said, “I’ll just start taking pictures.” Gail sat on the sofa chair, spread her legs, and using two fingers she spread her pussy lips. “Like this?” she asked. I took pictures of her pussy, then a few of her clit, as she retracted its little hood with her fingers; her breasts and nipples; sucking and pulling on her nipples; and squeezing her boobs together so her nipples touched. She moved to the bed, got on her elbows and knees, and arched her back, exposing her. While we slowly passed through town I noted several more handicapped persons on the streets. Some were limping and using canes, others had full head coverings, or carried themselves as if they had lost parts of their bodies. It was strange, but perhaps the owner, Mr. Kocker, had hired people with handicaps as a philanthropic gesture.As we were driving he pointed out the main features of the town. It had, in addition to the open-air theater, a downtown Opera House. It was very retro. I liked it.. I lead her into the lounge and tell her that today is about choices. They are her choices and there will be 5 of them to make. She is wondering, I can see it and I notice the trickle of pussy juice slowly edging its way down her thighs. The first choice is a selection of 5 fruits .I do not share what they are with her. I have an apple, a banana, an orange, a litchi and a bunch of grapes on a platter. I lift it to her nose and see the frustrated look on her face at trying to figure out what is.