They weren't great prosthetics, but Emma had always been rather happy with them, they almost matched her skin tone, and were comfortable enough to be ...orn for pretty extended periods. With her legs severed right above the knees, she still didn't feel very sure-footed or fast on her plastic legs, but she could get around reliably enough.Her arms were a different matter altogether. Her left arm was gone entirely, mercilessly crushed by a falling boulder, and entirely beyond rescue. The right,. I started out with my mother’s panties and bras. I would wait till she had gone to work and then go to her room and pick out one of my favorite matching bra and panties. I would lay on her bed and stroke my cock though the soft silky material, dreaming of her walking in and catching me and telling me what a little faggot I am. It never took me long to cum. This fantasy never came to be, but wanting to get caught stayed with me.A few years had passed. I had moved out and started to acquire my. "Yeah, right. Sure had fun," he mumbled, only to find himselftripping when he scuffed the thick heel of one shoe on a curb. His arms went flailing in a hopeless attempt to catch himself butto no avail. His very next step caught in the hem of the habit'sheavy skirt and he found himself fall twisting down onto thepavement. "DAMN!" he swore as fought to straighten out the head piece thatwas now covering his eyes. Grimly, he started to stand and foundthat he had twisted his ankle badly during. My tongue achieved what my boner couldn't, it fought through teeth and quivering lips in pursuit of the glorious pussy above it. As soon as her insides met my tongue, it became all too clear that her pussy tasted just as amazing as she smelled. It was ever so slightly salty, mixed with just the faintest touches of copper, but it was the best pussy I had ever tasted by a mile. Her scent, her taste, and the soft bared skin my fingers tips ran themselves across, it was like savoring a country's.