“Got a minute so we could talk?” she said. That she had the balls to say that to me, and in that tone of voice, was clear evidence of just how lit...le she respected me. I decided to say so.“You haven’t got even a smidgen of respect for me; do you?” I said.“Huh? What?” she said. I guess I’d caught her flat footed with that one.“Mister, how could there be the slightest doubt in your mind that I respect you, and love you,” she said. I started to laugh.“Okay, I was out of line the other night. I. She was a shy little thing. The CP had hampered her ability to walk and to talk. However, Bea is a beautiful young girl with a gorgeous sexy body. Her s*******n-year-old shapely figure made men stand up and take notice whenever she entered a room. Bea had adapted between being in her wheelchair one day and being able to walk with a walking stick on other days. A beautiful dark skin girl with long flowing black hair, and eyes the color of a midnight sky. Evidence of her womanhood came early. Her. She had smiled up at him, and told him that her Mother had said many nice things about their night together, and had been hoping to keep him company. She had taken his hand and pulled him down on the sofa next to her, and given him her permission to "feel her up" as he wished. She had punctuated the offering with a long, sweet, and hot kiss, and placing his hand on her breast. It felt like it belonged to a 19 or 20 year old girl.Conversations went on for a short while, and as it WAS getting. The husbands knew what to do. They got to their feet and scurried toanswer it. When they got there they took a few seconds to check eachother. Then they put more false smiles on their faces and Mary openedthe door. Facing them was a pair of towering, broad-chested men, wearingcasual jackets, sport shirts and jeans. The husbands wished they couldhave on something that masculine. In the soft high voices they wererequired to use, they invited their wives' guests inside."I'm Mary," said.