I started to hug her while meeting and leaving, I started to playfully tap her thighs or hands or back while flirting. She never opposed any of it.One...fine day, I was just tired of jerking to her thoughts and decided to take matters into my own hands. It was a weekend and we were just having our usual drinks and dinner at her place. That day Khyati was dressed in tight black salwar kameez which had long cut on sides, exposing her waist fat which was a big turn on.We had 4-5 pegs of whiskey and. "Oh I love this one!" I lied (I hadn't seen it before but she didn't need to know that). "Let's watch it together, shall we?" I asked. I stood directly behind her, my hands on the bars of her wheelchair."Um, okay," she replied, "if you want to."As the women in the clip moved into more intimate sex I placed my hands on Gaby's shoulders and began massaging gently. I could see her smile through the reflection on her monitor screen. I imagine that she could see me smiling as well. As I felt. That was good for like one second, then his hand found it's way under her sundress. As they seemed to turn, I could see he found a bare ass cheek. She had a thong on, and he was squeezing the shit out of it causing her to moan into his mouth. Her hands move down, I could see what she was doing. But his pants fell toward the floor after a minute. She seemed to be surprised to find him not wearing any underwear. She pulled away from their kiss and said 'Oh shit'. He quickly pulled her back into. Since she was already there Joan stripped down for some sun. She lathered her breasts and the rest of her front. She got a friendly older man to do her back. She told me, "I think he got a few free feels in." We made our plans for the evening. We were going to the USO for a sailors volunteer dance. Joan wore a white gossamer summer dress tight around her breasts and a short hemline. We drove to the USO and hit an immediate snag. All dance volunteers had to be previously vetted by the USO. We.