) AND… Kenneth, the youngest son who was married but I can’t remember her name… we’ll just call her ‘Puss’. She always seemed kind of a bi...ch to me.During the week, Monday thru Saturday, I lived with the old couple, Mr & Mrs K. I had graduated to operating the combine, rolling the big grain trucks, and doing all phases of tractor driving (plowing, disking, pulling the springtooth harrows, rotary hoe, mowing… all of it. Mr. K would say, “we need to take care of ‘such & such’ field,” and I would. Her face was pale, drawn, but beautiful nonetheless, her brow scarred. The white sheet, draped over her midsection, was just partially covering a hideous metal frame the purpose of which was unknown to Simon. But he was sure that some of those shiny rods were inserted in her pelvis and lower back. A month ago he had heard a doctor mentioning that her spinal cord was damaged and she was paralyzed from the waist down."Poor thing, comatose and paralyzed," mumbled Simon, and then wondered why his. Josh had leaned in, kissing Tabitha’s neck. Brent could hear her gasp as he did, but she was not pushing him away. Instead, she had tilted her head back, giving him more access. Her mouth was slightly open, but her eyes were closed. The look on her face was part way to what he wanted. There was no denying her arousal. Josh’s fingers worked the remainder of the buttons open. He slid his hands under the fabric, finally having access to the nipples he had seen earlier. They were hard as his hands. She was such a lovely loyal woman. A bed time hot chocolate, as normal miss? He asked as she left. Liz nodded. Absolutely! The place was a bit decrepit but Liz always thought the service here was just first rate. With that she headed for bed She took the final sip of her warm relaxing drink just as she said goodbye to her husband on her phone. Placing the cup down and turning her phone off, she then pulled the covers over her. She yawned laying her head down on the big sweet smelling pillows..