***** It was Monday morning and she could smell breakfast being prepared. It last night felt so distant that it must’ve been a dream. She quickly go... dressed for school, fixed her face and hair, and grabbed her schoolbag. Coming downstairs she could smell her favorite, French toast, and hurried to the kitchen. She expected to see her mom and dad, but instead found David preparing breakfast while her grandparents were sipping coffee. Her grandparents look tired, apparently up all night. Last. .. mmmmm it feels so good they ache with the need to be caressed... I slide my hands down your chest, I can feel the heat of you through the fine fabric of your shirt... further down I find your waist and then start to rub the length of your cock that is begging to be let loose... Your face is nestled in between my breasts as your fingers are playing with my nipples squeezing and pulling a bit just rough enough to be exciting... Your pants are quickly dealt with and I am now stroking slowly up. Her name was Gurleen. A full blooded PunjabiSikh girl, of around 24-25 years of age, 5’5” tall, sharp features, very fair with heavy buxom, thin waist and broad hips, a total stunner. I used to marvel how my friend made her his girlfriend and was jealous as well. He introduced her to me one evening and after that I used to see her quite often as she came to our flat to spend her evenings (nights as well) pretty regularly. Sometimes, when she came to our flat if my friend could not be there.I. ’ ‘Sure,’ I said. ‘What the hell. Maybe I’ll even get lucky.’ That Friday night I was sitting in a private booth in the back of Tomaso’sawaiting my date. Soon after my arrival, a seemingly shy man pulled up to mytable in an electric wheelchair. Angelahadn’t mentioned that part. ‘ Paul ?’ I asked. ‘That’s me. You must be Iris .’His voice was surprisingly low, and he constantly flexed his jaw as he spoke. ‘It’s so good to meet you. No offense but Angelanever mentioned…’ ‘That I’m in a wheelchair?.