With practiced skill, he moved silently toward the area where he would have a good view of anyone moving. I crept in a quiet duck walk to keep low aro...nd the edge of a small wall barrier. Doing a duck walk with a lower leg prosthesis is a practiced art. The military rehab people made me do a lot of duck walking. I picked up a handful of gravel and tossed it into the air so it would come down on whoever was behind the metal vent. The noise of the gravel hitting the vent was enough to make the. I needed more help than she did, after all; I had to wear a cincher,padding and stuff like that, and all she needed was what she was bornwith.Heather helped me with my hair and make up; she had done my nails thatafternoon while visiting me on the patio.I can't get over how beautiful she made me look. On a rating system ofone to ten, I felt like maybe an eight and a half; Heather was a ten+and my mom and Laura, each a ten. Mom drove us to the restaurant. Naturally Heather and I sat in the. Oh, and for tonight, you are to call me ma’am, understood?” At first she looked scared, then, as I cuffed her wrists to the iron head board of her bed, lust showed behind those black rimmed glasses she wore. “Yes, Ma’am,” she said. Her voice was already husky. “Mmmm, that’s better. Do you like the idea of a young boy being your master for the night?” She closed her eyes and began moving her hips in little circles, unconsciously. “God, yes.” I was waiting for this. I reached out and. "Janet knew he was talking about looking at her pussy. She blushed... smiled... and then all three of them were laughing in each other's arms on the couch. After a few minutes Randy said, "Mom, do you suppose I could take you to school for show and tell? The guys would love it."With that the laughter rolled again. Then she hugged him and kissed his lips lightly. She was surprised when his soft young male lips parted sexily. And did she just imagine feeling his tongue? She pulled back frowning.