Uncle Horace was at a point where he was getting some movement in his legs when Billie came along. His therapist was an ex-GI and put up with a lot of...his mess. He said that he knew a couple of drill sergeants who could learn a few new ways to cuss from him. Anyway, about that time, Billie answered the ad in the newspaper for a non-medical care-giver. By then all we needed was someone to help him in and out of his wheelchair, assist him in getting in and out of the shower, get his newspaper in. "Almost on command the words were out of her mouth. "Fuck me Anthony,shove your hard dick deep in my wet pussy, make me cum, please make meahhhhhhhhhh," she gasped as he ripped into her. She savored every hardinch he was giving her, her pleading became louder, almost screams. "Yesplease, fuck me yes harder, deeper in my tight pussy, please NOW," ashis pace quickened he could feel her tightening around him. Faster andharder, still picking up speed. "Yes please Anthony, please make me cum,fuck. I pulled his shirt off and removed his trousers. “And his pants and socks Martin.”I pulled off his pants and mouthed, ouch. Now John is about five-foot-eleven and one-hundred-and-sixty pounds, I guess, but his cock did not match his body. It was certainly ten inches and as round as an empty toilet tube. It stood stiffly out of a forest of jet black hair against his flat belly.“Martin please strip,” Deb said.“I... I… I,” I stuttered.``DO IT!!’’ shouted Deb,I took off all my clothes and stood. He wondered if thepapers would mention it. They sometimes gave a surprising amount of detail.Although they had never mentioned the key fact. How AKA did it. Offed them.Always using a piece of their own clothing. Just as he was going to do tonight. He smiled as the memories came. For the scruffy, dark-hairedtruck driver, his thick black bootlaces had served the purpose. For the lip-piercedMinnesota mallrat--lured into AKA's van by a promise of "some really greatgrass"--his faded Metallica.