To begin with I am fifty years old and had a motorcycle accident two years ago that left me with a lot of serious injuries. On a good day I am able to...sit up on my own, and with the modifications to my bed I am able to sit at the edge of my bed. I have been receiving training - therapy to transfer from bed to my wheel chair. It has been a long road from the months of not being able to do anything by myself, to being able to do the most basic of things. Who knew one could miss being able to. Bethany called me on Friday and invited me to dinner on June 6th. I told her I’d love to come. It looked like I was going to be very busy this Summer.The most important thing that happened that Friday, though, was that Larry got his driving license. He arrived at my house, in his Mazda at about 6:00. We went for a drive. We had a great time just cruising around Milford and talking. We’d let our relationship suffer a bit lately, and that was mostly my fault. I needed to rekindle this and set to. . a summer day at the beach. Think of yourself lying in the sand, your eyes focused on the pretty watch, relaxing and feeling very content." Hmmm..." Shh. Close your eyes and imagine the watch moving back and forth. You are alone on the beach, totally relaxed."Helen's eyes closed obediently.This was always the tricky part, Steve thought. How can you tell when she's deep enough?Steve continued chanting, "Relaxing, relaxing..."Helen's head nodded a bit more.Maybe that's the cue. "Helen, you can. I was five-four, one-fifteen, thirty-five, twenty-four, thirty-six, short brunette hair, and breasts that were up and firm and filled my B-cups to the brim. They were tipped with small, dark red nipples that always seemed to be hard and tingly, especially with Steve always wanting them.Of course, the honeymoon was full of sex but long after we were back home, he kept me naked most weekends and his hands were constantly on me.He also kept telling me how desirable I was, eventually making me.