" Hey now, now wait a minute." Greg stammered."Well, can you think of another way?" Well why don't you row then? You are an expert rower according to ...ou.You should be able to do the job." Oh, you mean Diane and I should do all the work, while you just sitaround like a frail, old woman? Normally, I would prefer that ratherthan risk you rowing. However, I have to save my strength for goingback. You must row while going. Even then I imagine Diane will be doingbulk of the work."Greg wasn't sure if. My hands worked swiftly, running up and down his big dick as it grew harder. “More pressure,” he said. “Faster.” His eyes were closed and his hands were behind his head. “Awhh,” he murmured as I did what he asked. I gently bit my bottom lip as I swayed my hips from side to side, then I opened my lips and leaned in. My tongue on his dick made him twitch a bit. “Did I do it wrong?” “Ha, no… keep going.” He opened his eyes to look at me as I let my tongue swirl over his hard-on. I lay my lips. Picking me up as if I were weightless, he spun me around, still impaled, while kicking the table out of the way with one kick. Holding me to him, he placed me on his couch and proceeded to pound me into pure, sweet oblivion. Without losing his pace and always knowing exactly when to increase tempo, depth, and pressure, he brought me to an intense vaginal orgasm as tears of pleasure spilled from my eyes, making my slutty makeup run.Not yet satisfied, he propped my ankles up on his shoulders and. His mother put him there when it came clear that she could never raise the baby without help. His father had died only months before he was to be born. He had found a nice wheelchair accessible apartment only a few blocks from the Pacific Ocean in, San Diego. It looked like a tropical island with all of the strange and beautiful plants that surrounded the man made lagoon. It was a nice place and very quite. And, on nice days he would race his wheelchair the short distance to the beach and dream.