I looked almost human. Time to locate a service counter and find out why I was in Houston.“Oh, Mr. Hamar,” the nice woman said. “You were suppos...d to connect here to a flight on to Chicago. I’m afraid you’ve missed that connection.” I looked at the ticket that I’d bought on-line as the first available flight to Chicago. Seattle to Chicago, connecting in Houston. Too bad I wasn’t collecting frequent flyer miles for this.“When is the next flight you can get me on?” I asked. She consulted her. I kept looking at my clock waiting for 6:30. Everyone was wrapping up their work and leaving. I pretended that I had a lot to do and would stick around for a while. I didn’t want people to be suspicious of what I was doing or who I was seeing. Finally, everyone had left. It was 6:15. Almost time. I saw her pull up. She was in a newer silver BMW, tinted windows, and nice rims. The car was pretty hot. I was her step out. She had a nice, professional looking suit on. Her skirt was above the knees. Soon she was bent over the armrests of his wheelchair with her skirt tucked up, while his hand was caressing her ass, and molesting her pussy. To stop herself from moaning, she was sucking on the fingers of his left hand, still trying to not drop his soup from the excitement.There was something very erotic about this dirty old man groping her. She was also pretty convinced he was an experienced molester, as he made her cum so hard, she nearly dropped the soup on the floor.After that, she. We had a few hired hands that would come in every morning and do some of the chores that needed done on a place like ours. This allowed my wife and I to relax and enjoy our lives together. We had no k**s, we were 35 and 36 years old, and had a very spontaneous and kinky sex life. We would end up having sex in different places, being bold at times and not really concerned about getting caught. We would have sex in theaters, in the car, interstate rest stops, and various other places. We.