She grabbed the headboard to steady herself. XXX Well, I said mistletoe makes me feel like kissing.” She placed her lips on the outline of my cock and kissed its pulsing length through the thin fabric of my shorts. When she knelt in front of me, I remembered how good it felt when she would wash my legs during a wardrobe change. Her soft, slow breathing was my answer. My prostheses were lashed to the hospital bed rail I use to help me get in and out of bed and to put on my “legs.” My crutches leaned against the wall near the headboard, along with my folded wheelchair. Her moisture was coating me, her warm, snug, slippery depths swallowing me.
