Gradually the kiss got hotter and hotter until they were fully embracing each other. Justin placed a hand on her breast and kneaded it gently. She did...'t pull away.Getting braver, he traced his hand down to her waist and slowly began to pull her dress upwards. Soon it exposed her panties to him, and with still no reluctance evident, he brushed his thumb over her secret area. It was damp.Justin stood up and unbuttoned his jeans. In his youthful horniness, he was already hard. He took a pillow. She scrunched her eyes closed as tightly as she could and saw multicolored stars as she climaxed.The next thing she remembered, her father was stroking her shiny yellow hair and whispering softly in her ear."Hon? Tess? You okay?"She opened her eyes. His handsome face appeared blearily over hers. She returned his smile."Aaaaahhhhh, God, Daddy!" She wriggled her body, flexed her ass muscles and gripped his cock with her cunt. She could feel his prick still planted deep in her pussy. She pecked. Almost without noticing it, they became a couple with sexual habits in a predictable pattern. The Sunday morning buggery, the Friday night fellation, doggy style Tuesdays, it all became predictable, though no less pleasant for that.It was mid-December when Helen was told that she had been assigned to work directly for a Senior Partner, in fact the founder's son, Bob Hunt, for a couple of weeks. He was doing a proposal for a firm of wholesale and manufacturing stationers some two hundred miles. You'd think with just a little digging around in there, he'd figure out, 'oh, look, this poor schlub can't move his legs.' It's not like I ever forget it."Francesca was gazing at me with infinite patience."Sorry," I said. "Sometimes it still gets to me." I can see that," she said. "But as for why he did not see it, I'm sure that it simply never crossed his mind. We have no one like you in this time." You have no paraplegics?" I asked."I have never seen any, at least. Perhaps my father knows.