“Well that is a good sign.”“How the hell is that?” John asked.“Most people with lower L SCIs loose all feeling below the hips.”John figure... out what she meant really quickly. He was lucky to still have feeling in his wily.“That means there should be no need for a bed pan.” Sandy smiled.“And I’ll be running the Boston Marathon when?” John asked.Sandy laughed, “Well you can participate in a wheelchair.” That caused John’s mood to sour.Sandy returned each day and worked with John teaching him to. The question sounds like a trap. ‘I thought you were truly going to take a nap and I didn’t want Michele to get lost, so I offered to go with her. If I had known you wanted to spend alone time with me, I wouldn’t have offered. Although, she may have been a little suspicious if neither of us wanted to go with her.’ Nikki looks away from me and starts watching the television. One hand is resting on her stomach and the right hand is resting on her hip. I sit still wondering if she is wanting me to. Her finding more and more ways to show off her amazing body, and me not bothering to hide how hard she can make me. Laundry day had become one of our favorites. She would use it as an excuse to wear this short silk robe with nothing underneath. It was short enough that her glorious ass couldn't help but peek out the bottom of it when she bent over even slightly. She'd make sure to find plenty of reasons to do so when I was around.I began wearing just a t-shirt and boxers in response, which made. As her unrestrained F-cup boobs rhythmically bounced as she made her waydown the beach, her only thought, as she looked at some of the men'spackages that were well-outlined against their suits, was that it'd benice if this was a ...* * * * * * *... nude beach, Billi thought as she walked along the sands. It's somuch fun to be on a nude beach -- except the problem was that sheusually got so wet as to be a bit obvious. Fortunately, this beachwasn't quite as prudish as it could've been. Lovely.