" He stopped about a yard away and waited expectantly with handson hips. Wordlessly, Steffie crawled on her knees to him until she wasonce more face t... face with his half-hard cock.She reached up and lowered his shorts, letting his cock bob free. Eventhough this was only her second time kneeling before his cock, itsomehow felt like she'd done this a hundred times before."That's a good girl," he said. Steffie opened her mouth and took hiscock inside, sucking on its length. It was only semi-hard. . lust after? Whatever, I wasn't expecting anything like Annabelle. The reason for the shock? Annabelle was of above average height, say five nine, and pencil thin. She appeared to have no tits or bum, and little in the way of waist. She was so blonde that you could barely detect any hair colour at all, her eyes were hidden behind frameless tinted glasses, palest of blues I thought, and her complexion held almost no colour either. Her face was in fact strikingly attractive with a fine bone. And as he talked then I listened, I was hearing him but my mind was many years away from this table in this bar; I was back in time, me a girl in my late teens and he was the object of my desire, my first crush, older, mysterious, possessing the magical ability to make my knees go weak and my knickers wet with just a look, an effect so powerful that I had permanently damp thighs when I was around him. His name was Jack. He had no idea how much I had yearned for him, adored him, longed to. Quite the contrary, oddly enough. Trust me, please? This I do know!" A long pause. "I know first-hand. I got into this business because my husband lost a leg right after we got married. It's just another personal awkwardness to deal with, not some demon. Trust me!" When Gail left, Carrie threw herself into the internet. Next afternoon, although she hadn't yet sat up on her own, three wheelchair sales-reps arrived, almost together. Nurse tsk-tsked but allowed the mob in. The racing-chair rep.