Once the bed was made, I went back in the bathroom to retrieve my pet, she was sound asleep, snoring ever so softly. I doubled towels on the bed, lifted her and lay her on them as I tried to not wake her, that was impossible. As I was drying her, she was telling me how wonderful I was, how she loved me and that she could hardly wait to be bent over the bed tomorrow and taken from behind, proclaiming she'd be ready for another load of spunk.
I found panties and a night shirt, got them on her, tucked her under the covers and went to shower. There were so many thoughts wandering around my brain. The first being could I really be someone this lady wants to be with the rest of her life. She said I was, why would I question that? The second being can I keep up with a woman 19 years my junior, will she tire of me when I'm old and my balls are cold? We would need to make some adjustments in the house to accommodate her, they would be minimal.
Though she couldn't be very animated with her lower body, she made up for it in her display of affection and encouragement while making love. She mentioned different wedges and pillows to help her, she's obviously spent time researching, envisioning being with a man full time and enjoying a fulfilled sex life. I had a fleeting thought that maybe I had taken advantage of her, until I recalled it was she who told me to take her to bed and make love to her, it was she who told me to eat her and fill her with cock. No, I hadn't, and certainly never intend to take advantage of her.
When I returned to the bed, she was in the same position I had placed her, I slipped under the covers and felt her hand rest upon my chest as she turned to face me. From the darkness I listened to her talk so softly I nearly couldn't hear.
"Thank you Brian, you're the first man in over a decade who was more concerned for me and my needs than he was in getting off. No one has been in my bed since the incident, a few have attempted to get me to blow them, but you're the first to make love to me. Are you alright sleeping with an invalid?"
"First off, I don't see you as an invalid, I see you as a disabled vet, one who should be honored. Second, you get around pretty darned good on those crutches, you're anything but crippled. Third, I was worried I would hurt you when we first began making love, but quickly discovered that with a little bit of help you're a hell cat in bed. I only hope I can satisfy you as time goes by."
"Well, now that I've found someone I trust enough to give my body to, I think I'm just super horny, but you know as well as I do the novelty will wear off over time, I have no doubt you'll be rocking my world for a long while Brian. Will you hold me? I haven't been held while I sleep in ages."
I reached beneath the covers and pulled her left leg over my abdomen, she was now completely on her side, her arm across my chest, her face nestled on my shoulder. She looked up, kissed me and told me I was a sweet man. Then drifted off immediately. I woke about four to pee, carefully rolling her onto her back positioning her legs in what I thought would be a comfortable place, as I was about to slip back in bed she asked if I might carry her to the bathroom, she usually held it until morning, but if I wouldn't mind she'd like to relieve herself.
I asked if there was anything I needed to do to help. She told me if I was going to sit her on the toilet would I please pull her panties down around her knees. When I got her back to bed, I asked how she did that by herself. She explained how she used the grab bars in front of and beside the toilet, she would balance herself and then work her underwear down with one hand while holding on with the other. Though I'm ahead of myself in the story, after she had moved in with me, it became something we did every night, I usually woke about four to pee and made carrying her to the bathroom part of that scenario.
In the morning I asked if she needed help, she told me no, she was good. Threw back the covers, grabbed her legs and tossed them over the side of the bed, grabbed her crutches, lifted herself and toodled off to the bathroom. I used the half bath off the laundry room and started making breakfast, rummaging in her cabinets until I found what I needed for pancakes. No bacon, but she had some frozen sausage, I tossed it in the microwave and hit defrost. By the time she appeared I had pancakes, sausage and coffee ready to set on the table.
She was dressed casual and looked radiant to me. Hair still in a braid, a little bit of makeup, a flannel shirt and some of those low-rise jeans, the one's with a 3" zipper, they were held up by a wide black belt. After surveying the spread she made her way to me, set the crutches against a chair, threw her arms around my neck and laid a kiss on me to curl my toes. I had one hand on the small of her back and the other on her butt cheek, I pulled her in tight to me as she pushed her hips into mine.
"Damn Brian, if a little bit of pussy is going to produce this every morning, what the hell am I going to have to do for supper?"
I smiled, kissed her again and told her just keep doing what she was, we'd be fine. When breakfast was over I insisted helping with the dishes, she told me she normally did it on her own, why would she need me to do it now? I was learning very quickly how independent she really was, telling myself to make sure I didn't appear to be patronizing. In time I would learn her idiosyncrasies and we'd flow together, in the mean time I would be observant and as helpful as she would let me be. Following the dishes she told me to get some dental floss out of her medicine cabinet and sit my butt in a chair.
"That ring needs to come off, but we keep finding other things to occupy our time, let's take care of that right now."
She slid an end of the floss under the ring long enough for me to hold onto, then tightly wound the floss around and over the knuckle a half inch or more tying it off around my finger tip. She applied some dish detergent to the knuckle side of the floss and then began to slowly unwind the floss, by the time she'd made five loops the ring began working itself over the knuckle. She continued until it was off my finger, I sat completely amazed, I'd heard of the technique but had never witnessed it.
I asked if she was serious about staying with me, responding she was absolutely sure and wanted to move her things today. I suggested waiting until Sunday so we could go to Buffalo City to Sam's for staples I wanted to stock up on before winter, and make sure we had everything we needed in case an early snow came. She used a motorized cart and I grabbed a regular cart, after our shopping we decided to get a hotdog and drink in the little snack bar. I enjoy all beef hotdogs, they're huge and inexpensive at Sam's. As we sat eating she kept looking at the hotdog then at me.
"Okay, what's up?" I asked.
"I was just thinking this thing sorta looks like what you're packing, but nowhere near as big around. No wonder I'm enjoying eating this as much as I am."
I looked at her with a grin, "Keep teasing and we'll find a forest road on the way home where I'll nail your sweet ass to the seat."
She smiled, finished her bite and muttered, "Promises, promises, always promises."
Our ride back was filled with small talk, laughter and a detour onto Forest Road 228. As I pulled off the main road she looked puzzled, then smiled.
