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Next evening, Himari and Lindsey couldn’t come. It was Lindsey’s Thursday Pilates group, and Himari had something inscrutable to do but she didn’t say what it was. Jennifer didn’t seem to mind just being the two of us when we’d talked about it last evening, so she wanted to meet anyway, at her house. She gave me the address and when I arrived, bang on time, she took me inside and showed me a spare wheelchair, which sat just inside the front door of her bungalow.“Have you ever used a wheelchair?” she asked. “Like, temporarily obviously. Some people need one for a week or two if they break their leg or something.”“I was wheeled around in hospital one time when I went for an operation, but I just let them do whatever they had to.”“OK, well this is yours when you visit me. You have to use it and not walk around. House rules!” she laughed, except she was serious.“OK, that’s fine,” I said, bravely.I studied it. To me, wheelchairs were large rectangular clunky frames on different-sized wheels, with some obvious push handles at the top of the backrest, and they looked like they’d been designed in the 1950s for a large fat and helpless man. This one was different, with a minimalist framework, no push handles on the backrest (in fact, hardly any backrest at all), sleekly designed seat, and rear wheels with a large-diameter black carbon-fibre hubcap (for want of a better description). Each hubcap had a modernistic design on it.I lowered myself into it, gingerly. Her house, her rules. I wondered what sort of foibles I’d have had if I’d been disabled for decades.“It won’t bite you,” she assured me. “Let’s go for a tour of the house.”So I grabbed the push-rings which stood out from each wheel and headed for the kitchen. I was very wobbly to begin with. It felt like I was always in danger of tipping over backwards, but never actually did. I nearly scragged my kaçak iddaa knuckles going through the doorway into the kitchen (I discovered that you have to aim for exactly the middle of the doorway), with Jennifer not far behind me. I also discovered that steering it is not as easy as it looks. She sent me into each room one at a time and followed me in. There was a large kitchen/dining room where we had a coffee and she told me about her parents, brothers and sisters. There was a living room with two armchairs and a sofa, her bedroom and a small utility room off the kitchen. It was very nicely furnished. I’d call it French shabby-chic. The last room of all was a spare bedroom with a bed with a sheet on it but no duvet.“You did well for the first time,” she said. “Most of my friends say it feels like they are going to fall over backwards or scrag their knuckles as they go through the doorway into the kitchen.”I stared at her for a tick. Could she read my mind?“Yes, but you need one all the time,” I replied. “I can’t imagine what that is like.”“Oh, I’ve used a wheelchair since I was eighteen. I’ve had ten or eleven new ones, the one you’re in is the one I used before this one. I like my wheelchair. I’m not ‘confined’ to it, as people like to say, in fact, it gives me freedom to go out and do things. Have you got any questions you’d like to ask me about my legs?”I looked doubtful. How could I ask personal questions like that?“Anything. You can ask anything! We’ve had sex with each other, dear, there’s nothing to worry about. Ask the questions you dare not even think about asking!”“I’ll think of some soon enough,” I smiled. “Such as, what’s it like not being able to move your legs?”“It was terribly hard at first. I was nine and quite good at netball and things. I gradually got used to not having legs that worked, and now it’s so normal I hardly ever kaçak bahis even think about it.”“Even when someone asks questions like I’m doing?”“Yes, I don’t mind answering questions or showing people what I can and can’t do.”We both stared at her legs, hidden under her skirt. I looked again at her skirt, a rather nice gypsy design. Jennifer saw me looking at it and lifted it up for me to have a closer look at. I saw she was not wearing any knickers. I felt the material in my fingers and looked at her paralysed legs, then placed the skirt down again, touching her thigh as I did so. I left my hand on her leg to see what would happen. She smiled at me. I slid my hand further up her leg, but we were almost facing each other and I had to lean forward so I could reach. I urged my wheelchair nearer to hers but as I approached, the footplate on mine snagged with the footplate on hers and we rolled further apart again.“Welcome to my world, Stella!” she laughed.Both giggling like naughty schoolgirls, we wheeled ourselves nearer to each other and Jennifer put her brakes on. I looked down to see what I had to do to put mine on and found a small lever on each side, so I snapped them forward and our wheels locked. We both leaned nearer each other again and my hand found its way to the top of her leg. Hers found my right breast and cradled it gently.“Why don’t you lie on the bed? Remember, no legs!” she teased.I did a quick transfer to the bed next to me, pretending not to use my legs.“Humph!” she said. “Did you just use your legs?”“No, no!”“Stella?!”I slipped my jumper and skirt off, revealing my naked body underneath, and moved my legs onto the bed using just my hands. Honest.I wriggled myself to the edge of the bed so Jennifer could reach me from her wheelchair. She spent a time simply looking at me and touching me in an investigative sort of way. I lay illegal bahis there and let her do it. She was, of course, especially interested in my mega clitorisI looked at her bust as she leaned forward over her legs. It swayed forwards just as you’d expect it would with a woman leaning forward with a large bust and no bra. She wore a thin white blouse with a number of small buttons, and the more she leaned forward the more the buttons strained to stay done up. I watched, fascinated, to see how long they would last. Normally, I would feel highly embarrassed to stare at another woman’s bust (I often did stare, but very discreetly) but on this occasion, she wasn’t going to mind. Indeed, she would probably insist on it if she thought I wasn’t doing it. I sat upright and leaned forward myself making it easier for her to fondle my breasts and for me to undo her small white buttons and release her dangling breasts. Her blouse dropped open and they swung into full view between her arms, outstretched towards mine.At the sight of them, my legs involuntarily opened a little as a little spark descended from my nipples to my vagina. I lifted and weighed her breasts and drew them a little way towards me. She hitched herself forwards in her wheelchair until she was perched on the edge of her seat. She did a shoulder roll which got rid of the white blouse and we played there for a while.“Can I help you get onto the bed on top of me?” I asked.She nodded, and I pulled and she pushed until she was sitting on the bed next to me, wearing only her skirt. I lifted her legs up onto the bed, lay down next to her and helped her to roll over on top of me. She wasn’t heavy and her arms were very strong, and she held her breasts over my face as I lay underneath her. She lowered one of them into my mouth and I greedily suckled her nipples, first one side then the other. I loved the feeling of a large breast on my face, with the other one brushing my cheek. I could see the look on Jennifer’s face – one of pure joy.After quite a few minutes she flopped down half on me and half off me.