On the Friday evening I phoned him at home as directed to finalise the visit and all was well. On the day I travelled by train to Macclesfield and the... walked to his address as per his instructions. I knew he was disabled but not much more than that so I went with an open mind and was soon knocking on his door. He was partially disabled and used crutches or his wheelchair to move around the ground-floor flat where he lived. He is also a smoker, which I didn't know and so this certainly made him. They weren’t likely to notice anything, seeing how they were exclusively preoccupied with each other. Slowly she slid her eyes across, viewing herself in the glass; flaming red hair out of a bottle, prickly features daubed with war paint. She wouldn’t call herself pretty and she doubted anyone else would, but looks were superficial, weren’t they?She turned her attention to the man. He looked bored, or perhaps the booze was wearing off, possibly both. There was definitely a smell of alcohol. ..he massaged my vagina all over and then put his finger in.....It was so wet by now...... he then made me lie down and moved onto my pussy........he put lips onto my cunt and started licking.......i couldn’t prevent myself from loud moannnnnnnnnnnnssssssssss of extacy....he continued by spreading my pussy lips and sticking his tongue deep within my cunt....... ahmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm what a feeling......one needs to be a girl under tongue to experience this....... I couldn’t take it anymore and. It was then that she noticed the boy looking wide-eyed first at her neckline and then at her panties that peeked out from under her shirttail. In her haste, she had not gotten all the buttons on her blouse properly fastened. Her blouse now gaped open exposing portions of her round, braless breasts underneath. Becky involuntarily brought her hand to her neckline and grasped both sides of her collar. Even then, the boy's eyes never left her body. Jason broke the awkward silence."So, what do we.