" I will shave my P ... private parts tomorrow." Pussy, the word we will use is pussy! Now say it." Pussy, it is my ... no! It is your pussy. It belon...s to you." As Matt finished his meal and got up he turned to her."You may eat now, then bring me coffee in the lounge." Yes, husband."When they retired to bed that evening, Matt took off the collar. Beth went to put on one of her neck to ankle nightgowns."No, Beth. I never want to see you wearing that again. When you join me in bed you will be as. I was glad to assist her in every possible way. And she knew it. She spent most of the time in bed. She had a fully automated wheelchair but with her legs wide spread, she could not sit comfortably in it. When she needed to go out for a breather, I just carried her to the window. She enjoyed these moments. Me too. My hands supporting her casted hips, her breasts pressed against my chest, her hands resting calmly on my shoulders, her breath tickling my neck. She watched the traffic, the people. Jane went wild after tasting herself and began to beg her mystery lover to fuck her. “Please, whoever you are,” she moaned, “please put your dick in my hot pussy now!” Malcolm now quickly stripped out of his clothes, and I saw his tool for the first time. It was hard as a rock and about eight inches long, and after watching him with my wife for the last half hour or so, I was sure he would know how to use it. As Malcolm got into position on top of her, Jane cried out impatiently, “Fuck me now!. ’ She said. ‘It’s so much more civilised than those horrid coaches.’ Simon turned to me in the back seat and rolled his eyes. I had to stifle the snorting laughter that I wanted to let out loud at his mother’s snobbery, which he was obviously equally embarrassed about. ‘Mother, would you rather collect us from Bristol?’ Simon replied. You know as well as I that the train connections are appalling from London and you wouldn’t see us till midnight.’ ‘True’ his mother conceded. ‘That wouldn’t be.