She almost snatched the crotch aside, her fingers instantly pushing inside. It wasn't very gentle, no caresses first, she just went for it. She had se...eral fingers crammed up me which she then began to wank in and out very fast. She seemed to realise that she had forgotten my clit, I heard an "Ah, yes," uttered, then her thumb found me. Rubbing a bit too hard but by now, I didn't care.It was my turn to have a leg tremble, I could feel the pressure rising. I snatched at her head and pushed it. I assumed she used a soap that incorporated the scent in its manufacture with great success. It was relatively easy to run my fingers through her long hair and eventually press her head forward to kiss the nape of her delicate pale neck using my tongue to taste her wonderful youthful skin. I managed to work my way up to her succulent earlobes and then flick the tip of my tongue across her ear opening tenderly touching the intricate folds so similar to her vaginal folds that protected her no. Bringing me my coffee, and saying Hi. Always looking gorgeous. Sitting close to me as if tempting me to do as I please. Laying back just a little so i can admire the slit in the bottom of your skirt. Touching your leg, and running my hand up under your skirt. Letting my thumb caress the top of your opening while I never look up from my desk. Trying to break your speech while you fill me in on the days plans. You never say a word, or complain in fear of being fired, but secretly enjoying it. I was still hobbled and depended on help from other sources other than family to get around. I worked hard at rehab to get to a point where I was awkwardly mobile again but I think I will always have a noticeable limp and substantial scarring on my weakened foot and ankle. I use a cane a lot to take the pressure off the repaired ankle and foot. Oh well, didn’t matter anyway, if I can’t have Jake I won’t be looking for romance any time soon. It’s been 6 months since the accident, I’ve tried to.