“Find someone for him to help him,” said her mother.“You mean a wife?” said Rebecca.“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean,” said Claire.“Bu... he doesn’t have any legs?” said Becca.“That doesn’t mean he can’t be a good husband to some woman. But yes, it is going to be hard to find a woman for him,” said Claire.“But you are going to try?” said Rebecca.“Try, yes. Whether I can succeed is another question at the least,” said Claire, “but at the least I am going to try, so is your father.”****They’d been. Of course I wasn't always asleep, so few times I saw mom having sex. I was turned on despite of feeling shame at the same time. I guess that feeling of shame was too strong so I never really fantasised about her, in my head I always pictured some other woman in a situation I was watching. Most of the times it was my Grandma.She was 60 at that time, I remember that during the summer this happened we celebrated her birthday. I was 16. She was short, black hair, pale skin, you couldn't say she was. I'm not giving up nights like last night so Kate won't be emotionally distressed. I'm not giving up nights like that for any reason!" This is embarrassing!" stated Paula and Gwen at the same time. Then they looked at each other and started to laugh."It sounds like it was an eventful night in the Anderson home," observed Diane. "You'll have to tell me all about it, when Stephanie and Kate aren't around." It's a little late for that, Mom," replied Stephanie with a big grin. "I can tell you. He smiled as he suckled. Her juices were dripping out around his balls, and she was bucking her hips in her desperation to make him move within her. He held completely immobile, imbedded in her depths as he ravished her breast. He released her nipple again, stroking his thumb over the abused tip. It was red and quivering, begging for leniency even though Sarah would not. He granted its request, switching hands so he could savor her other breast. Sarah arched her back, thrusting the impudent tip.