There had also been additional surgery on his leg as they tried to get him to wear a prosthesis. He didn’t see the point. Even if he could walk, he ...till couldn’t work, and he was used to the chair now. They were talking about some contraption to take the place of his left hand, so he could grip the left wheel of his chair and get around a little better. They kept insisting it wouldn’t be necessary if he’d just accept a prosthesis for his leg.Of course, there was a lot that Bobby and Erica. Morgan was a friend, but not extremely close. She'd lost touch with her, along with most of the people from her hometown when she moved away for school. Most moved away after college anyways. "Sounds fun, worst case scenario, I can catch up on some paperwork I need to get sorted." Awesome! Can we take your car?!" Her car wasn't flashy by any means, but the compact SUV was new, and had tinted windows and a killer sound system. The seats that folded all the way down in the back were a perk the. "Girls are always smarter than boys," his sister declared, giggling weakly."So explain it to the dumb boy, because I'm still having a hard time understanding how my sister dying is a good thing," Christopher said huffily.His sister hugged him tight."I'm sorry; I can't resist playing with you again. Don't get mad. My body must die, Christopher. It's going to anyway; I've sustained fatal injuries, and I can't be healed. If I die in the right manner, you and I will merge. Our minds and powers will. My own hand had slid down her belly, and I was feeling the softness of her mons. Instinctively, she opened her legs, and then I was cupping her sex, as she ground it on my hand. She was sopping wet. “Jess,” I said, “want to try something?”She nodded, and moaned out a “Yes.”“Lie back. Open your legs. Daddy wants to give you a special gift.”“Fuck me?” She asked.“No, better. You’ll see.”She nodded again, then obediently laid back. She spread her legs, displaying her gorgeous little pussy.