Like a false front on a tuxedo shirt, it opened with that distinctive ripping sound that only Velcro makes, as if she were tearing opening a long wrap...ed package. Her shirt hung open, and I could see the delicate lace of a beautiful bra. ‘Your turn.’ ‘I’ll turn the lights off.’ ‘NO!’ She was almost ferocious. ‘I want you to see me. All of me.’ And as she said that she tossed her crutches on the floor, and shucked off her shirt. ‘No more invisible wants. And I want to see you.’ I swallowed hard,. As their lips embraced his cock began to grow in his pants. So much so that she felt it press against her thigh. "Mmm that's impressive". She pushed him back on the toilet and dropped to her knees. "Want me to suck that cock"? she said as she undid his pants and pulled it out. She started licking the head slowly. As she looked up at him she could see his eyes rolling in pleasure. After a little sucking and jerking she knew he was good to go. "Get up and bend over the toilet" he demanded, and. Each rondavel had a water harvesting system attached.Joe parked his dirt bike next to the big rondavel, marked OFFICE, forcing me to get off. Looking down, I saw the wet patch my naughty pussy left behind and sent up a silent prayer to Goddess to blind Joseph to my arousal. If She wouldn’t help, I had to do something. I stood on the pedals and leaned forward, rubbing my nipples against his back. My hands found their way to his erection, resuscitating it.I quickly jumped off, thanking him for. I explained to him that we were sophisticated folk who thought we could use a little help keeping the fire burning."I will help you," Clay said. " I will do whatever you ask of me." Are you sure you're up to this?" I asked my wife. She smiled and nodded.Then Kathy came over and hugged the both of us. Then Clay and Kathy started to kiss, and I pulled away and sat down in the recliner.I was thrown by the sight of my wife's 56 year old naked body held tight up against Clay's perfect 21-year old.