‘Give me a hand checking the ladies room,’ she said. Entering the ladies room, she pushed open the door to the first stall, then the door to the s...cond. Turning around she held the door open with her elbow as she unsnapped, then unzipped the cut offs. Wiggling her hips, she slipped them down to her knees and sat down. Her sex was clean-shaven, except for a little V of hair at the top of the slit. Lowering the shorts to her ankles, she spread her knees and looked up at me with a grin. ‘Ladies. Just coming by to see my favorite nephew.”“That’s just cause I’m your only nephew,” came a cheerful voice from inside. Soon, RJ appeared at the door behind his mom. His arm was in a sling now, but his legs were both still casted, and he was using an electric wheelchair to get around the house. “True,” I said, lowering my voice conspiratorially, “but I like you better than your sister, too.” “Har har, you know I can hear you, right?” RJ’s sister, Claire shouted in mock offense. “Come on in, come. He explained that he preferred to not design anything much more complicated than a two-car garage, but there was a good designer, Steve Grimes, he often worked with who could handle that part of it. "He's actually just a draftsman," Court had explained. "But he's kind of a jack-leg architect. He'll be quicker and less expensive than if you hired the real thing, and you'll probably get a more-livable space out of it."Not only did Court recommend Grimes, he took Dave over to meet the guy. He was. He slid the shirt over her shoulders, his mouth gliding over her lips, barely touching. He could feel her body vibrating. Turning her away from him, Aiden unhooked her bra, removing it he wrapped his hands around her to cup her ample firm tits. His cock rested in the crease of her ass and he could feel its growing impatience. He pressed her against the wall once more, kissing her neck roughly, “I need you.” He managed, his lust nearly consuming him. “Then take me Aiden, take me now.” Aiden.