One eye shone a brilliant emerald green hinting at beauty long past while the other looked repugnant, un-natural, with its dull bluish covering of cat...racts from edge to edge. The few wisps of hair still on her head were a dead, dry, gray. Her fingers, curled and fat – locked in the permanent clutch of an arthritic. When the wheelchair stopped, a little quicker than she expected, she leaned forward dangerously, as if she might topple to the floor. Bending her neck sharply to compensate for. The air was fresh after a downpour during the night, enhancing the tranquillity of the morning.Ongoing projects littered the workshop, and an empty wine bottle graced the wooden bench where we performed most of the heavy construction work. I tinkered aimlessly for a few minutes before sensing a brooding presence behind me. I turned to observe Haden with a serious look upon his face."You're not incapacitated like everybody else?" I queried."No. I drank very little last night." I tried not to,. She walked into the room and straight into my arms. There was no hesitation. We both wanted to know the other intimately, wasting no time we walked hand in hand to the bedroom. I undressed her slowly, my eyes travelled the full length of her well-proportioned naked body as she lay on the bed. My desire for her was obvious as I undressed. Even with my tanned body I still looked pale as I lay beside her. My white hand held her dark breast with its hard nipple. It looked and felt so perfect to. He'd managed to get himself fully erect once again, no doubt the stimulus of seeing us likewise masturbating had worked through whatever guilt he might have been feeling after starting this. But I still hated the fact that my own body was betraying me as I felt the liquid moisture of beginning arousal begin to seep through the panties I still had stuffed up inside me. As much as I fought against the urge, the sensations, I found myself losing, the images of the nice erotic encounters we had.