{"id":37149,"date":"2021-10-25T13:00:39","date_gmt":"2021-10-25T11:00:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/?p=37149"},"modified":"2026-02-15T04:01:06","modified_gmt":"2026-02-15T03:01:06","slug":"the-rear-window-an-erotic-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/the-rear-window-an-erotic-story\/","title":{"rendered":"The Rear Window &#8211; An Audio Erotic Story"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><script src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/embed\/medias\/30ictdjcdj.jsonp\" async><\/script><script src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/assets\/external\/E-v1.js\" async><\/script><\/p>\n<div class=\"wistia_responsive_padding\" style=\"padding: 56.25% 0 0 0; position: relative;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_responsive_wrapper\" style=\"height: 100%; left: 0; position: absolute; top: 0; width: 100%;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_embed wistia_async_30ictdjcdj seo=true videoFoam=true\" style=\"height: 100%; position: relative; width: 100%;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_swatch\" style=\"height: 100%; left: 0; opacity: 0; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 0; transition: opacity 200ms; width: 100%;\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"filter: blur(5px); height: 100%; object-fit: contain; width: 100%;\" src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/embed\/medias\/30ictdjcdj\/swatch\" alt=\"\" aria-hidden=\"true\" \/><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken sat in a wheelchair with his right leg encased in an unfriendly cast. The plaster stretched from his hip to his foot. Only his toes were visible. On the cast was written the immortal words: Here lie the broken bones of Ken.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In this hindered state, he was stuck in his apartment, staring either at the television or out of the rear window.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019m sick of Netflix and Hulu and talk shows and \u2026 and I\u2019ve always hated the news,\u201d he told Gerald, his friend who was visiting.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cEver read?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFinished three books already. But I can only handle so much. All I want to do is jog or take a walk. To go down there.\u201d He turned his wheelchair toward the wide window. Through the pane he could see a square community garden. It was hidden from the public by the several stories of apartment buildings.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI am so bored that I\u2019m going crazy.\u201d Ken rolled his defeated eyes. He was too drained, too uninterested in the world.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThen you could use this.\u201d Gerald pulled a heavy camera from his backpack.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThis thing is ancient. Old enough that it needs film!\u201d He handed it back.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gerald would not take the camera though. Instead, he gave Ken a telephoto lens and a tripod. \u201cAnd these go with it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken grumbled. \u201cI\u2019d like to say \u2018thanks\u2019 but I can\u2019t form the words because the gift is so idiotic.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cTrust me.\u201d He clapped Ken&#8217;s shoulder to make his point. \u201cI broke my leg once and this saved me. People are strange. Watch them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou know you are the real strange one. Staring at people?\u201d He set the camera on his lampstand next to his pill bottle. \u201cYou\u2019re a photographer. No wonder it saved you. But me, I\u2019m a ball player. I can\u2019t just sit.\u201d Ken pointed his eyes at the ceiling, felt disappointed, maddened.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou will never, ever be able to give up that camera after you get a chance to watch people.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBlah, blah, blah.\u201d Ken waved his hand. \u201cI want to be watched, not to snoop on other people. I don\u2019t want to be cramped up here. I need to wear off my energy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gerald reassured him once more before leaving. He knew that a seemingly ancient camera could, and would, change a life today. \u201cTrust me. You\u2019ll love it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But Ken was content with being upset at his circumstances, at hating his wheelchair, at being frustrated by his broken leg.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Over the next week, Ken\u2019s pain pills, the television, and sheer boredom flipped his sleep cycle. He slept most of the day and was wide awake into the wee hours of the morning.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken stared out of that rear window much of the time. He soon learned too much about all of his neighbors. One floor above was an apartment with a large window. The place had bright colored lights spinning and twirling inside. It went on for hours. On the cool nights, the windows were open. He heard jazz recordings coming from the apartment. However, the curtains were always closed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In an apartment on his same floor lived an old woman who loved her cat. She kept fresh milk for it and put left-over food on the window sill. She would stroke the cat\u2019s back as it paced back and forth on the brick sill. The cat would arch high, pointing its tail straight up. The old woman woke up well before sunrise, but she turned off the lights and closed the curtains just after sunset.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then, across the garden, there was a nimble woman who lived a floor higher than his apartment. Her curtains were not open often. When they were open, Ken witnessed her flexibility. He could not decide whether she was a gymnast or a ballet dancer or maybe a yoga instructor. Whichever, she could raise one leg and place it against the wall vertically. She could also do other amazing things with her body. Those brief moments were breath-taking. He began to think Gerald might be correct. He wouldn\u2019t admit it, but he kept his camera on his lap.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There was another lovely woman. She lived directly across the garden from him and two floors down. That angle gave him a unique view of her place. She kept her curtains and blinds open. She liked to cook and she was one who lived by a set schedule. At 5:00 in the evening, she would begin cooking. By 6:00, she sat at the dinner table. She would take a small bit of the food for herself and leave the rest. Later in the evening, she would scrape the leftovers into the trash.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She would retire to a living room to relax in front of the television or with a book. Often, she drank red wine in stemmed glasses. Late at night she would move to her bedroom. A few times stumbling. One time, through the camera lens, he saw her shoot back a couple of hard drinks. Soon she was plastered. She ended up sleeping, splayed out on her bed. She didn\u2019t get under the blankets, never tried to move a pillow toward her. Her head was inches from that mound of comfortable pillows. She didn\u2019t change from her dark skirt or yellow blouse. She never even tried to take off her pumps. Ken watched one shoe dangle from her left foot. It was almost an hour before the shoe slipped off.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The next morning, Ken\u2019s girlfriend visited.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHow\u2019s your leg?\u201d Lisa Carol asked, after waking him with a gentle kiss on his cheek.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHurts a little.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAnd your stomach?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cEmpty as a football.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLet me get you something.\u201d She went to the kitchen. He heard her pull out a drawer and peel open the refrigerator. When he heard two bottles clank, he remembered his sleeping neighbor. He wheeled over to the camera. After focusing the lens, he saw that she was still on the bed, not moving.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol walked in.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHave you become a voyeur?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI have interesting neighbors,\u201d he said, still staring through the lens.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHow interesting?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cA gymnast, a jazz lover, and an ailurophile.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cA cat lover, eh? Who are you looking at now?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThis lady who got drunk last night. Was laid out on the bed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIs she still there?\u201d Lisa Carol asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShe\u2019s on the bed, yes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol took the camera out of Ken\u2019s hands.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShe\u2019s two floors down, directly across.\u201d He pointed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She quickly found the lady. \u201cBad night.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYeah, I don\u2019t understand her. She makes a full meal every night, eats a little bit and then dumps out the rest. Strange.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol put down the camera. \u201cMaybe she\u2019s hoping someone will come for dinner.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIf so, he\u2019s been a no-show for nearly three weeks now. I\u2019ve never seen him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOr she could be waiting for a she \u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken looked at her. \u201cYes, or a <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">her<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">. Whoever, the lady\u2019s been waiting a while. And she is dedicated, hopeful even. Too hopeful.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou feel bad for her,\u201d Lisa Carol teased. \u201cMr. Coldhearted is unfreezing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou have softened me.\u201d He reached toward his girlfriend.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAw.\u201d She leaned forward, staring deeply into his dark eyes. She moved her lips close to his mouth. He felt her warm, peppermint breath. Holding him hostage near her lips, she said, \u201cI have always loved your sarcasm. It warms my heart.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She then pulled back, without giving him a kiss. She just rustled his hair. \u201cI\u2019ll get your breakfast ready.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">However, their attention was drawn to the curtains that were just pulled open. It was the young woman who lived one floor up and across the garden. She basked for a moment in the morning sunlight, running her fingers through her blond hair.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol took the camera and looked through the rear window. \u201cShe\u2019s pretty.\u201d The woman\u2019s body was taut and lean. \u201cDo you like looking at her?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDoesn\u2019t have her curtains open often. I can\u2019t tell if she\u2019s a gymnast, a ballerina or a yoga instructor.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou\u2019ve seen her?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes.\u201d He nodded. \u201cShe is very flexible. Very, very flexible.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol looked again, longer.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI meant, does Ms. Flexibility have any visitors. Have you seen her with anyone else?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI haven\u2019t seen anyone. But, like I said, she doesn\u2019t keep her curtains open.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo howls or screams. Maybe a couple of deep moans?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLisa Carol.\u201d Ken said her name farcically but tried to restrain any sign of humor.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat?\u201d She put down the camera.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her smile cracked his weeks-long grumpy attitude that had become as hard as the cast on his leg. He didn\u2019t want to but couldn\u2019t resist. He smiled at her. \u201cYou are one crazy woman. You surprise me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGood. I\u2019ve heard how terrible this is for you, being locked in here, stuck in a wheelchair, with a cast on your leg. I want to brighten your day.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo sarcasm?\u201d Ken asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNone.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThen you need to stay here with me a little more. We could make it fun.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She cocked an eyebrow. \u201cI\u2019ve got work, you know. Remember the nine-to-five? In Real Estate, I don\u2019t get paychecks for doing nothing. I don\u2019t sell, I don\u2019t eat.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol disappeared into the kitchen. Ken soon heard eggs frying and bacon sizzling on the stove. He heard her whistling a light melody as she readied breakfast. When done she brought the warm food on a TV tray so he could eat easily in the wheelchair.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cStill watching Ms. Flexibility?\u201d she asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYeah. And thanks for breakfast. It\u2019s a highlight of my day.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat is your highlight: My breakfast or Ms. Flexibility?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken was silent.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThat means a lot <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">not<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> coming from you.\u201d Lisa gleamed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">While he ate, she spied through the camera at the limber woman.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol eeked in transferred pain. \u201cShe\u2019s doing a pli\u00e9 and, yep, and there\u2019s a pirouette. Looks like a ballet dancer. Wow! She really is flexible.\u201d Hearing Lisa Carol\u2019s commentary, Ken almost dropped his fork. \u201cShe\u2019s got a little tight body. Not a bit of fat on her thighs. Pure, toned muscle. Arms tight, a thin neck. I really like her hair style and the color. A silvery blond. Very popular.\u201d Lisa Carol inhaled quickly, unexpectedly. \u201cOh, now she\u2019s getting into yoga positions. There\u2019s downward dog. Mama Mia! Moving into the half-moon. The crow pose. She is good. Maybe she actually is a yoga teacher instead. Yikes! Ouch! I can almost feel a pain in my thighs just watching her stretch.\u201d Lisa Carol shuttered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShe can do, basically, a split right up the wall,\u201d Ken said. \u201cI rarely met athletic girls who could contort like her. Plenty could open up wide but weren\u2019t so bendable.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNot even me?\u201d Lisa Carol asked with a tinge of teasing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou\u2019ve got your own skills. Trust me, you open up on time and in the right places.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She swatted his shoulder. \u201cI work hard to do that too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou\u2019re the one who may need some more training,\u201d he bantered back.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She put her hands on her hips. \u201cWho can I train with? You\u2019re in a wheelchair.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI can still do a few things.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They laughed. She leaned close to him, allowing a top button of her blouse open. \u201cYou better show me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He arched up in his wheelchair to meet her lips, but she pulled away, still teasing him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken scouted Ms. Flexibility through the lens. \u201cAny final conclusions on a ballerina or yoga teacher?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI have not made a decision yet. And what about Ms. Lonelyheart? She still asleep?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOn the bed, yep, seems so.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI wonder what knocked her out last night,\u201d Lisa Carol said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cA couple of straight shots. She\u2019s not a large lady and not too much will knock out someone like her, fast.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI didn\u2019t mean <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">what<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> knocked her out. But what was it that caused her to get all-out smashed? Something must have torn her up and pushed her to her brink.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol\u2019s smartwatch buzzed. \u201cLook at the time. I\u2019ve got a meeting downtown in an hour. I will be back this evening. I\u2019ll clean up and have a little dinner for you. Keep me updated on the neighbors. Tonight we\u2019ll try to figure out what pushed Ms. Lonelyheart so far.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She pecked Ken on the cheek and left. Soon Ken drifted off to sleep after a long night awake and a filling breakfast. When he awoke, it was four in the afternoon.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ms. Lonelyheart\u2019s apartment was dark. The blinds were pulled shut and curtains closed. A few floors above, Ms. Flexibility had closed her curtains too. But the old woman was stroking her pussycat as it strode back and forth on the window sill. Jazz was blaring from the window of the other apartment. Jazz and a sunny afternoon just didn\u2019t seem to fit together, so he closed his window to deafen the sound of the odd mix.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He wondered if Ms. Flexibility had guys over to her place, or if she went to a man\u2019s apartment. He wished she would invite a man over. The thought of hearing her shout out in passion aroused him. Or, in bed, Ms. Flexibility might be a quiet woman, barely a sound. A huge dick might force a squeak or an <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">humph<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> when its thrusts went deep. Or she might invite over another woman. He loved the idea of Ms. Flexibility rubbing her mound against a woman who was just as flexible. Their legs spread wide, tribbing. Swollen clits kissing, their moist labia rubbing against each other, sticking together from the wetness and then pulling apart slowly as the girls moved. Behind the curtain, who knew what was going on. Yet, as much as Ms. Flexibility and Ms. Lonelyheart intrigued him, Lisa Carol caused his pulse to increase. She had brought up the notion of women. The thought had crossed his mind beforehand, but hers? What other imaginings go through her mind? He grinned.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The day dragged on. No curtains or blinds opened. Ken watched television, but he ended up napping to pass the time faster. That evening through, Lisa Carol arrived with some news.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMs. Flexibility is a dancer,\u201d she said as she opened the apartment door. \u201cShe has been a part of national tours and a well-known dance company. So she\u2019s somebody who knows her steps.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHow did you figure that out?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cA Real Estate database, a little Internet search, and some gumption. I stopped by her apartment lobby. Wrote down some names and then began searching.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cResourceful and brave,\u201d Ken said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI know.\u201d She pridefully buffed her nails on her purple blouse with the gold necklace that was set high on her chest.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShe connected to anyone? Married, tied financially to someone?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI didn\u2019t see anything. No co-owned house,\u201d Lisa Carol answered. \u201cAnd you, any news on the home front?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCurtains closed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol picked up the camera. \u201cBut Ms. Lonelyheart should be making dinner soon, right? It\u2019s about time. I made sure to be here before 5.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI hope she starts. Hangovers can really mess with a person\u2019s scheduled life.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol sat in a recliner with the camera in her lap. \u201cI cannot figure out what might have pushed her to hard drinking. You say no one\u2019s come for dinner. Has anyone visited at all?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNot since I\u2019ve been stuck in here. Except \u2026 one man did come by. He didn\u2019t come in but she gave him a hug. She seemed excited from what I could tell.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHe was only there for a few minutes?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNot long at all. If it wasn\u2019t for that hug, I would have thought he came to the wrong door.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHmm.\u201d Lisa Carol tapped her lips with her forefinger. \u201cA man.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat are you thinking?\u201d Ken asked the thinking woman.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Suddenly her face brightened. \u201cWe should give her a secret admirer. It might boost her mood, give her a little bit to live for, other than drinking. I know I loved when I heard from men who admired me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken started to object.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol overruled his objection before he could say what it was. \u201cI will need a piece of paper, an envelope and a pen. You&#8217;ll need to write the letter. It must have a man\u2019s handwriting.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cPlanning to make a paper airplane to fly across the garden?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol laughed briefly. \u201cI will deliver it to her door.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThis isn\u2019t right. We&#8217;re toying with her emotions.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWrong. We\u2019re making her day. We\u2019ll send letters and gifts. Later we\u2019ll have her and her admirer meet.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHer non-existent admirer?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou know plenty of single guys. I know some too. One of them would play the part of the admirer, especially when they see how pretty Ms. Lonelyheart is.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken conceded, nodding his head. It could turn out well. Not always do the secret admirer and the admired worked out as a couple. If this one doesn\u2019t, so be it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol set down the pen and paper. \u201cWrite this:<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2018Dear Admired,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2018You amaze me. Ever since I saw your humility and kindness when we first met. I have been unable to get you out of my mind. I can\u2019t wait for the day when I have the courage to present myself to you openly, and speak confidently. That time will soon come.\u2019\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After jotting down the last word, Ken said, \u201cYou seem to have written these before.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI read them when they first began to arrive in my locker in elementary school. The letters improved as the boys grew into teens. The writing deteriorated when admirers became men. And,\u201d she raised her finger, \u201cI also read romance novels.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThat makes more sense.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOh, add this. \u2018Enjoy the gifts that come. Know that I love you and I mean the best.\u2019\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGifts?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol touched Ken\u2019s nose with the tip of her finger. \u201cThat\u2019ll come in time.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol was the one to first notice Ms. Lonelyheart\u2019s curtains open. The woman set a pan on the stove and pulled some food from the refrigerator. She began slicing and chopping. Soon she slid the food in a pan on the stovetop.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLooks like a good meal,\u201d Lisa Carol said, still holding the camera.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMaybe the one she\u2019s cooking for has a special taste.\u201d Ken held the sealed envelope. \u201cSo when is this letter going to her place?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol put down the camera. \u201cI don\u2019t want to wait until later. I am going to deliver it now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/f1s-v3\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"image-banner alignnone wp-image-47306 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo.jpg\" alt=\"lelo f1s masturbation sleeve\" width=\"930\" height=\"336\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo.jpg 930w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo-300x108.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo-768x277.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo-770x278.jpg 770w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 930px) 100vw, 930px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken tried to object again. But she was determined and he had a broken leg. Lisa Carol was gone quickly. She walked across the community garden below and then between the buildings, through the narrow pass to the street. A few minutes later, she appeared in the hallway window of the apartment building. She came to the door of Ms. Lonelyheart\u2019s apartment and gave Ken a thumbs-up. She didn\u2019t slide the letter under the door but left. Was she playing a game? Where did she go? A few minutes later, Ken saw her again in the same hallway. This time, she knocked on the door of the apartment.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat is that woman doing?\u201d Ken feared that Lisa Carol might just be brash enough to tell her that he and she had been watching and were worried about her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The two women spoke briefly and then said goodbye. In the hallway, Lisa Carol gave another thumbs-up. Ken saw Ms. Lonelyheart sit at her set table and peel open the envelope. Her eyes gobbled up the words on the letter. She stood and covered her mouth in exuberance. She held the letter to her chest. A moment later, she suddenly scrambled to a boiling pot.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When Lisa Carol returned, Ken told her that Ms. Lonelyheart\u2019s life had quickly turned good.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNow for step two,\u201d Lisa Carol said. \u201cThe gifts.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou have something in mind?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDon\u2019t I always?\u201d She leaned forward and kissed him. \u201cAnd I think you\u2019ll like seeing what happens. Whether it helps Ms. Lonelyheart or not, it will help us.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken squinted his eyes as if attempting to peer into his girlfriend\u2019s mind or to decode her veiled meaning.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol cooked dinner and they ate together, looking out of the rear window, as if it overlooked a beautiful landscape of palm trees, white beaches and a blue ocean. Just after sunset, jazz filled the empty garden, echoing between the walls. Lisa Carol and Ken watched Ms. Lonelyheart once again scrape the uneaten food into the trashcan. But she didn\u2019t turn to hard drinking. Instead, she held the letter and read it again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol turned her attention to Ms. Flexibility when the woman slid open the curtains slowly, unlike this morning when she flung them wide. Ken noticed Lisa Carol. She was grinning. Her grin was one of intrigue and shenanigans.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShe\u2019s coming out,\u201d she said excitedly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat?\u201d Ken asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMs. Flexibility got a gift today. A package came to the wrong apartment but was brought to hers, which had her address written on the package.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLisa Carol,\u201d Ken said, with the tone of a father who had just realized a child\u2019s devious plan, \u201cwhat did you do?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cJust watch. Hopefully, it\u2019ll work.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat did you drop off? And when did you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWould you like another drink?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDon\u2019t change the subject.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt doesn\u2019t matter when or how. All that matters is whether we get to see.\u201d She winked at him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They watched Ms. Flexibility slice through the heavy-duty packaging and then extract another box. Ken took away the camera from Lisa Carol. He saw Ms. Flexibility holding a pink box. She took out several thin sheets of packing tissue. Then she pulled out a small double-pronged device. Ken was confused, until Lisa Carol laughed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDid you just give her&#8230;\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cA toy for her pleasure and ours.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ms. Flexibility unbuttoned her shorts and slid them and her panties down. She then flung them off her foot and across the room. Ken first felt his heart beat double in what he might see. Then he felt a hand snaked under his arm, down his stomach. The hand stopped at the waistband of his athletic shorts.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cKeep your eyes on her,\u201d Lisa Carol whispered. \u201cImagine what she\u2019s thinking.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He saw Ms. Flexibility hold the small gift, as if attempting to figure out how it worked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol leaned close to Ken\u2019s ear. \u201cShe\u2019s too aroused, too wet, to read the instructions.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He saw Ms. Flexibility eye the toy for a moment and then set it between her legs. A moment later, her back was arched and her face was blasted with a shock of pleasure.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShe wasn\u2019t expecting it.\u201d Lisa Carol nibbled on Ken\u2019s ear lobe. \u201cI wasn\u2019t ready the first time either. It took me out of this world.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBeen to the moon lately?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNot since my rocket broke. How about you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNope.\u201d Ken patted his cast. \u201cBroken rocket.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol slid her hand into his shorts. She found his cock. She gently, teasingly, touched it. She moved her fingernails along the stem, up to its head.\u00a0 She made it come alive. It engorged.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She spoke into Ken\u2019s ear. \u201cMs. Flexibility is figuring out the vibrations. The first is a murmur. When I first used mine, I felt the waves go through my body, like I was sailing. I wanted more, and so does she. Everything else in the world just lost all value.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol moaned softly. \u201cThe next levels are vivid. They made my ass tighten and ease over and over. I remember my tongue pushing against my teeth to temper the pleasure.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She got a better grip around his cock, then tightened and eased her fingers in pulsations.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMs. Flexibility is wet for her orgasm. Her little pussy is slippery. It\u2019s begging, and she\u2019s going to satisfy it. She\u2019s not giving up until she gets what she wants. Open curtain or closed, she doesn\u2019t care anymore. I always play with my windows open and curtains wide. I want the neighbors to know, so they\u2019ll look. I want the men and their wives to see me with my legs open, me, squeezing my tits, tugging my nipples.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her hand moved up and down Ken\u2019s dick, steadily. She let her thumb rub against its head.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cImagine what she\u2019s thinking. She may want you watching her, to see her legs spread, her tits jiggling, her, pinching her nipples.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes,\u201d he whimpered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIf I was there with her, I would put my tongue in her pussy and lick.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She touched her long tongue to his ear. He jumped, and his dick tensed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDid you know I have kissed pussy before? Eaten out girls, sucked titties, been eaten out by a woman? Did you know that? Would you have liked to know before now?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken was too intense to answer properly. He was even unable to nod.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI like when the girl\u2019s pussy has a little stubble. The roughness feels good on my cheek and around my mouth as I press into her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She kissed his cheek. It was covered in that same coarseness.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She pulled out his dick from his shorts, so she could see what she was about to accomplish and so he could see what she would soon do.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDo you see Ms. Flexibility through the curtains?\u201d She let go of his cock and walked around him. She handed him the camera, which he had set aside. \u201cWatch her. Where is she? Tell me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken scrambled to align his eye with the viewfinder. His brain had to retract from pure luscious pleasure to do a specific task. Ms. Flexibility was flat on the bed, except for her feet. Her feet were wide apart and then would crunch together. Her hand remained deep between her legs. Ken was about to share the scene, when a warmth, a wetness, slid down his cock. Lisa Carol bobbed up and down, sucking his dick. It had been so long, especially with this cast on.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She gurgled and gagged and choked when she mouthed him. The coconut scent of her hair conditioner wafted up to his nostrils as she raised up high to massage his head with her tongue. Then she dove down hard on him. He jerked and twitched in his wheelchair. He felt a quick pain in his lower leg, near the healing break. He clenched his jaw, the pulse in his temples thudding hard. He was sent over the peak when he heard, among Lisa Carol\u2019s slurping, a wild shriek from Ms. Flexibility. Ken released his pent-up cum into Lisa Carol\u2019s face and onto her thin blouse and dangling necklace.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol raised up and exhaled, satisfied. She pulled in a dollop of cum from her lips with her reddened tongue. She wiped a bit from her forehead and licked it from her finger.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cEnjoying the night?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken couldn\u2019t answer. He was in a numbed state of after-pleasure.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol ceded the night, because of her next day\u2019s business schedule. \u201cI\u2019ll be back tomorrow after I drop off a little gift to Ms. Lonelyheart.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He was going to ask what she planned to buy her, but he was still in a luscious state.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol stood in front of the hanging mirror in his apartment. She straightened her hair after her frolic. \u201cBe here and you\u2019ll find out.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019m not going anywhere,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She kissed him quickly and left.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">XXX<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The next evening, his apartment door unlocked and Lisa Carol stepped in. She was followed by a short man in a delivery outfit. She directed the guy to put the food in the kitchen.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She gave Ken a passing peck on the cheek. \u201cAnything fun since last night?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNot really. Who\u2019s he?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI had to stop by several stores tonight, so I had no time to make anything,\u201d she said busily.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken could only watch Lisa Carol work, and that bothered him. She bustled from Ken to the kitchen, grabbing items from the cabinets and dishwasher to set up and arrange their makeshift dining table, or TV trays. She directed the delivery guy on where to place the plates and how much of the lasagna and salad to set on each plate. She popped the cork on the wine bottle. Soon she thanked the delivery guy with a nice tip and sent him on his way. Finally, she settled next to Ken. She exhaled the whirlwind gathering of dinner. They quietly ate their dinner and sipped wine.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Soon Lisa Carol set down her fork and took the camera. She aimed it through the rear window.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDid you see a package arrive at Ms. Lonelyheart\u2019s apartment?\u201d she asked, still gazing through the lens.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI didn\u2019t. Maybe I was asleep.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAh, yes. There\u2019s the package. I see it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat did you do this time?\u201d Ken was unsure what she would answer, knowing the ends she went to before to toy with his neighbors.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Still watching Ms. Lonelyheart, Lisa Carol said, \u201cA woman always loves red roses. A dozen of them or a single one. Red may not even be her favorite, but the thought behind the gift of roses makes all the difference.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSo you bought her roses?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAnd I had a quick note with it. \u2018Loving you, hoping to see you soon, face to face.\u2019\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBut who is going to see her?\u201d Ken prodded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cTime, Ken, time.\u201d And Lisa Carol kissed him deeply, letting her tongue rouse his tongue, patting it and wrestling with his. She released the kiss with a long exhale. She stood and walked to the kitchen. Over her shoulder she said, \u201cI have some pie for you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken stared at her and wondered how she could get so physical and stimulating and then, almost, turn it off, to get pie. She would get him going and then leave him hanging, or erect as was the case. With his heart beating faster, the subject that had been roaming through his mind all day returned. He heard her reaching high into the cabinet for plates. He liked watching her reach high. It made her legs flex to show how she worked out.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLisa Carol, can I ask you something?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSure, what is it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cUm, did you really, um, go down on another girl?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The kitchen went silent. She didn\u2019t respond.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken decided, by her silence, that it was just dirty talk. Lisa Carol remained aloof. He realized she had only twisted his mind to raise up his cock. To Ken, she had been wonderfully detailed when she mentioned stubble. It made him shiver, and more. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Too bad it wasn\u2019t true<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">, he thought. It would have been nice to hear about it. Few stories beat frisky college girls on Spring Break.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol returned with two dessert plates with slices of chocolate cream pie. A larger slice for Ken, and a slim slice for her. She took a small piece of her pie and held the fork next to her lips. Before putting it in her mouth, she asked, \u201cDid you have a question for me?\u201d Then she slid the piece of pie into her mouth. She was smooth, tantalizing. If she had attempted to twist his mind before, she was already doing it once more.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou piqued my interest last night,\u201d Ken said. He took a large bite of his pie.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI did?\u201d Her simple, innocent poise had the ability to trigger Ken, to make his pulse increase. \u201cI made you wonder? Was it about Ms. Flexibility or was it about Ms. Lonelyheart?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo, not them. It was about you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMe?\u201d she responded in a dramatic fashion. \u201cI have you wondering about me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken had to hold off on eating the chocolate cream that was set on the end of his fork. Meanwhile, Lisa Carol ate slowly with her eyebrows raised in a teasingly arrogant manner. She knew she had her man on her fork as much as her pie. He wanted to know about her and she had the power over him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI am very interested in what you said last night,\u201d Ken said, after Lisa Carol\u2019s agonizing pause.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAbout what I said regarding Ms. Flexibility?\u201d Lisa Carol now had deviance in her voice, still in control of Ken. \u201cOr about the toy?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken shook his head. \u201cIs what you said about other women true or just talk?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI thought that might trigger something.\u201d She drove her fork through the sweet cream and then the chocolate pie filling and broke the soft pie crust.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou were right. I haven\u2019t been able to get it from my mind at all today.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDo you want it to be true?\u201d She put the piece of pie in between her lovely lips.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken set aside his pie. \u201cYes. And I want to hear you tell how it happened.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019m not sure you could handle it all.\u201d She looked at the cast on his leg.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cTry me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol started to speak but something else caught her attention. She set down her plate and took the camera. Ms. Lonelyheart had just arrived home. She picked up the rose and a note at her front door and went inside. She set down the rose to peel open the small note. A moment later, she covered her mouth with her hand.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShe\u2019s thrilled,\u201d Lisa Carol said, as if ignoring Ken who wanted Lisa Carol to try him. \u201cIt\u2019s working. She\u2019s not going to be lonely too much longer.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBut I want to know about you,\u201d Ken said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/soraya-beads\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"toy-banner alignnone wp-image-45666 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/beginner-anal-toys.jpg\" alt=\"anal vibrators for beginners\" width=\"849\" height=\"425\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/beginner-anal-toys.jpg 849w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/beginner-anal-toys-300x150.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/beginner-anal-toys-768x384.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/beginner-anal-toys-770x385.jpg 770w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 849px) 100vw, 849px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI think you\u2019ll want to know about this first.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She confused Ken. \u201cWhat\u2019s happening?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMs. Lonelyheart is skipping supper. She\u2019s all dolled up. Oh, wow, she\u2019s changing clothes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLet me see,\u201d Ken said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol did not give up the camera. Ken was left with his naked eye. He turned his wheelchair for the view. Ms. Lonelyheart was wearing a light blue business jacket and matching skirt with a pink blouse. In her bedroom, she shed the jacket, leaving it on the bed, shimmied her narrow skirt down her thighs and then let it fall to her ankles. She stood in her bedroom, bare thighs, with a slinky blouse, as she rummaged through her closet. She brought out several outfit options. Ken thought no outfit could be better than only in her blouse.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She started to unbutton her blouse from top to bottom, tantalizingly slow. The shirt opened to reveal a white bra and her matching panties that had been hidden under the blouse.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShe\u2019s got a toned body.\u201d Ken&#8217;s thoughts came out of his mouth before he could stop them because of Lisa Carol.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She put down the camera and grinned. \u201cYes, she does. Nice curves. A great pair of tits. Nothing is as good as heavy breasts.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken almost coughed up his pie when he heard that. He loved to hear a woman use those sexy words. A simple turn-on but it moved him in many ways.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWant a closer look?\u201d Lisa Carol asked. The request made Ken straighten up. \u201cWatch her. Maybe she\u2019ll take off her bra. Maybe even that tiny pair of panties.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He reached for the camera, like a baby wanting a bottle.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou don\u2019t have grab to the camera that fast,\u201d Lisa Carol said, lightheartedly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken saw Ms. Lonelyheart in a lacy bra and the waist-high panties. Her narrow waist and her hips made her look like the actresses from the Golden Age of Hollywood, like Marilyn Monroe. Ms. Lonelyheart slipped the bra straps off her shoulders and unclasped her bra. Ken breathed in, waiting for the reveal. The bra fell off of her chest and she tossed it onto her bed. Her breasts swayed briefly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Before he could exhale, Lisa Carol yanked away the camera.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSo sexy, yes! Did you see that? Her brown areolas. They are set perfectly on the ends of her tits. They are to die for.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken looked at Lisa Carol after hearing her. She moved to the window and leaned on the window sill. She arched her back and pointed her breasts forward, like a swan.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShe just took off her panties, look!\u201d Lisa Carol said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken put the viewfinder against his right eye. He was amazed at the tuft of hair that had been hidden under the soft fabric. Ms. Lonelyheart disappeared into her closet, nude. \u201cWow,\u201d Ken said muffled.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou know,\u201d he said, still looking through the camera. He was not going to miss her reappearance.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cTell me what you like.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Immediately returning to his mind was stubble. Lisa Carol had mention her like for it. Another pulse of pleasure shot through his already-tense body.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He was ready to speak when Ms. Lonelyheart stepped out of the closet. With her back turned, Ken noticed the two dimples just above her butt. She leaned forward to slide into a black halter top dress. The hem came above her knees. When she turned around, Ken saw how the top cupped her breasts.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ms. Lonelyheart quickly slipped into her heels. They were out of view but likely were pumps. She was out of sight for a few minutes. Probably, powdering up in the bathroom. She came out and hurried out of the apartment with a small clutch in hand.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShe\u2019s gone,\u201d Ken said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGoing out for a night on the town. I wonder if she\u2019s going to meet someone.\u201d Lisa Carol tapped her lips, darting her eyes right and left.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat have you done?\u201d Ken eyed her, skeptically.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI am connecting two lonely people.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou\u2019re teasing Ms. Lonelyheart. It\u2019s all tricks and guise.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She sat gently on the arm of Ken\u2019s wheelchair. She stroked his hair. \u201cSometimes, lonely people need to be pushed out of their homes, out of their self-made cocoons.\u201d She put her hands on each side of Ken\u2019s face and turned it toward her. She looked into his eyes. \u201cAnd for you I have come to break you out of yours.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She helped Ken move from his chair to the bed. They worked his one-legged shorts and underwear down his legs. She ran her hands up his calves and thighs while grinning at his exposed dick. She shimmied her skirt up to reveal no panties. \u201cDo you like?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken looked down his chest to his waist. \u201cThere\u2019s my answer.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She maneuvered herself, legs split. Her hips set over him at a slight angle compared to his hips. She slid her fingers into her pussy to wet them and lube the entry. She lifted his engorged dick. Her hips lowered over him. He felt her softness encircle the tip of his cock. She couldn\u2019t go too deep, because of his cast, so she humped tenderly, while balancing herself with one hand on the headboard and the other on his broad chest.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken raised up her skirt to see her flesh of her round ass go up and down, tightening and easing in rhythm. He gripped her cheeks to give her support. He squeezed his fingers deep into them, leaving red marks on her fine flesh where his fingertips dug in. Her planted hand on his chest marked her palm on him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol eek sharply in her pleasure. The spasmodic squeak caused a jolt in Ken&#8217;s body, from his forehead to the head of his cock sheathed in her pussy. He arched his hip to go deeper into her. The power of desire overcame his pain from a broken leg. Lisa Carol groaned in her pleasure. They both began to huff quickly. Ken\u2019s midsection slapped against her bouncing butt. He winced, gritted his teeth.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol steadied herself, grabbing the headboard. \u201cCum for me, I need it. All up in me, cum hard!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A moment later, Ken met her demand. His jism shot deep into her. He pounded the bed, and Lisa Carol stiffened herself, with an orgasm of her own, flushing through her body. She remained steadfast, rigid as her body calmed. Slowly, she unsaddled Ken and his cock and laid next to him with her skirt raised like a tutu around her waist. Her body recovered from the sex. She enjoyed the warm goo leave her pussy and drain into her ass, tickling it. The pair rested, shoulder to shoulder, in the bed, letting their fingers intermingle. Soon, they dozed off.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">XXX<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken awoke with Lisa Carol at his side, naked and asleep. His digital clock showed it was just after midnight. He sat up and glanced out of the rear window over Lisa Carol\u2019s soft breasts. None of Ms. Lonelyheart\u2019s night lights were on in her apartment. No gray flickering light from the television. No low-light lamp. He knew she had gone out a few hours earlier, but she had not returned. It was obvious because the stove light was on in the kitchen. He laid back, and his eyes closed again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He awoke to Lisa Carol\u2019s bare back and the lovely hips and the uppermost of her ass. Her head was propped up on her hand causally, as she looked out of the window.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSeeing anything?\u201d Ken asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol twisted her head slightly toward Ken. \u201cMs. Lonelyheart is home.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken sat up quickly but winced from the pain in his healing leg. He couldn\u2019t see over Lisa Carol\u2019s shoulder.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDid she bring anyone with her?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes, she did. With a tall man.\u201d Lisa Carol kept staring out of the rear window. Ken noticed she had set the camera on the tripod so she could lay there and look through.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIs he the one you set her up with?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol giggled, her body jittering. \u201cNot that I know of. I only gave a rose and a note. Her secret admirer was silent.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYour games are &#8230;\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol oohed and straightened on her elbow.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat \u2026 what\u2019s happening? I can\u2019t see.\u201d Ken urged her with a pat on her narrow shoulder.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThey are sipping wine on the couch. He just moved closer. And she set down her glass. They\u2019re talking again. I like this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat\u2019s she wearing?\u201d Ken asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMs. Lonelyheart stood up and is going to the refrigerator. Out comes another bottle of wine! This is getting good. I know she\u2019s got to be excited. But maybe a little anxious. A fluttery heart. I know I would be.\u201d Lisa Carol pushed her hair behind her ear.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDoes she have clothes on?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThey\u2019re sipping wine. They aren\u2019t on top of each other\u2014yet. She\u2019s wearing her dark skirt and the same blouse she went out with.\u201d Lisa Carol gasped. \u201cDid I just see that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat?\u201d Ken tried to maneuver himself, so he could see and not be in pain or bent abnormally.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGet this! She just undid a button when she was in the kitchen. Now she\u2019s bringing back the wine and she\u2019s bending over right in front of him. A little peek! Ms. Lonelyheart is hot, she\u2019s burning up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI want to see!\u201d Ken said, like a little toddler.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol rolled over, twisting at her waist. Her breasts wiggled until the pair settled. Her nipples were hard and pointed toward the ceiling. He noticed a hint of intrigue in her eyes. She was seeing something intimate and liked watching.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCan you see now?\u201d she asked, slyly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cKinda.\u201d Ken arched his neck.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cUh?\u201d Lisa Carol had given him a peek at her without a blouse or bra on, but he stared out of the window. She rolled over, blocking Ken.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken worked to leave the bed. Lisa Carol tried to prevent it. She snagged her nails into his butt cheek. Then, she brushed her butt against his semi-erection. That paused him. She paused her play though.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHe took her onto the couch. She\u2019s on top of him. They\u2019re play\u2014No, they\u2019re kissing now. It\u2019s happening!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol loved watching them. It made her own heart speed up. She touched her nipples at first. Then she cupped her breasts, thoughtlessly massaged them. She watched Ms. Lonelyheart and Mr. Lover dig deeper into each other. Ms. Lonelyheart\u2019s neck straightened, as he placed kisses along it. His face disappeared into the open buttons of the flimsy blouse.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShe\u2019s sitting up on him, unbuttoning her blouse. It\u2019s wide open!\u201d She leaned into the camera. \u201cThe blouse is off. She\u2019s opening his shirt now.\u201d She continued her commentary, while trapping Ken next to her on the bed. \u201cMr. Lover isn\u2019t letting her bra stay on long either. I know when I\u2019m making out and I let my shirt come off\u2014woo, wee\u2014my bra ain&#8217;t staying on long after.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken began listening to Lisa Carol and drawing his attention away from the rear window. He remembered her comments the other day before she went down on him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHe\u2019s sucking on her titties,\u201d Lisa Carol said with a gulp. Her hands were rubbing roughly against her gentle breasts. \u201cMs. Lonelyheart is loving this. I bet her eyes are closed and she\u2019s loving to soak in the attention. My breasts are so sensitive. A tongue can do so many things to my body and my mind. She has some lovely tits. I wish I could &#8230;\u201d She didn\u2019t finish.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ken did not want her to finish. \u201cCould what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She looked over her shoulder. \u201cCould have a larger pair of beauties, just a little larger.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYour breasts are perfect.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAw.\u201d Lisa Carol patted Ken\u2019s face. Then she turned back to the window. \u201cThese two are going at it. It must have been a while, for her and for Mr. Lover too. She\u2019s kissing his chest and \u2026 is she? She\u2019s moving down, lower and lower. Unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his pants. These two \u2026 Wow! I never knew.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cKnew what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAn apartment complex and a camera could be such a turn-on.\u201d She looked through the viewfinder again. A moment later she began to speak quickly, with a throatier tone. \u201cShe\u2019s just pulled out his dick. Long and hard. She\u2019s got it in her mouth. Bobbing like crazy now. She knows what she\u2019s doing. Twisting her head, stroking him all at the same time. He\u2019s loving it. Making him sit up, grabbing the couch pillows. \u2018Woman skills.\u2019\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She continued to watch and suddenly gave advice. \u201cDon\u2019t let him get off. You need some pleasure. Make him work too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Like she was listening, Ms. Lonelyheart and Mr. Lover rose up. They moved into the bedroom, leaving the wine bottle and half-filled glasses.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThe bedroom, this is where it gets best,\u201d Lisa Carol said. \u201cReminds me of the first time I let a man into my bedroom in my first apartment. He was tall and had this special aura, like he could take me to places I\u2019d never been before. I happened to meet him at a bar. We had a few drinks and he was enamored with me. It was like he wanted to know all about me. I intrigued him. So that night I fed him. And he ate. My god, did he eat! That\u2019s the night I learned when my blouse came off my bra would be off soon. More likely, all my clothing to shed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol glanced at Ken who she realized was hanging on each word of her memory. He had become a different sort of voyeur, just like she had become turned on by voyeurism. She watched people, like Ms. Flexibility, Ms. Lonelyheart, and now Mr. Lover. But Ken liked listening to her stories, reliving them as a second-hand voyeur. So she continued.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI was wearing a pink silk chic oversized shirt. The fabric was so slick I came out of it fast. Not sure if it was the silk or him. Whatever did it, I had a great night. He kissed my lips, down my neck and each collarbone, my shoulders. He knew exactly where to kiss next. And he found the secret path to my love.\u201d She cleared her throat at the thought.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In his ragged voice, Ken asked, \u201cWhat happened next?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol ignored his question. \u201cMs. Lonelyheart is straddling Mr. Lover\u2019s \u2018love.\u2019\u201d She giggled innocently at her humor. \u201cShe is loving this. Look at her move.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou\u2019re loving her as much as she is,\u201d Ken said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat we\u2019re doing is dirty,\u201d Lisa Carol said. But she didn\u2019t pull her eyes away.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cForget them. I want to hear about you,\u201d Ken said, touching her shoulder. \u201cSo you let this guy come in your house and he takes off your clothes. And &#8230;\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHe had a good meal, yes, he did.\u201d She giggled again but it was not so much innocent as it was raw and authoritarian. \u201cHe licked me, and he had a tongue that moved to all the right places. I got off so many times in that one night. Never before or \u2026\u201d She paused abruptly, remembering Ken.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cKeep going.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol heard his urge forward and knew he really wanted it. She felt him push his hard dick against her ass.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWe left the couch and went to my bedroom, just like Ms. Lonelyheart. I worried whether my bedroom was neat enough for him. I didn\u2019t want to have a man leave because of that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAnd you learned a man who was being led to a woman\u2019s bedroom would never leave if he sees some messiness,\u201d Ken said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHe didn\u2019t care one bit. I only had a couple of large stuffed bears on the floor\u2014you\u2019ve seen them. He sucked my tits, like he would never get a chance again. Almost gave me hickies on both of them. His hands went everywhere on me. He frisked me and then he manhandled me. He held off on fucking me until I was almost ready to scream at him. He had power. When I felt his cock bump into my pussy, I grabbed it and aimed it and got it going.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol\u2019s voice slowed and became deeper. She let her fingers move to her wet pussy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWe fucked hard and a long time. If not long, he made me cum so quickly that I didn\u2019t care how long it lasted. I was worn out afterward, sexually plastered. Ever since then, I have been excited by the grunt of a man who&#8217;s on top, pressing his body on me, gritting his teeth.\u201d Lisa Carol mmm\u2019d. Her hand was playing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her enjoyment was interrupted by a cry echoing in the garden.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOh, fuck! My god, fuck me!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The jazz music scratched off and the cat eeked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMs. Lonelyheart?\u201d Lisa Carol asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cJust got something she needed,\u201d Ken said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol stopped playing with herself and smeared her wetness onto the camera lens as she grabbed it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThey are laid out flat on the bed,\u201d Lisa Carol said. \u201cTwo tired lovers.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOh, shit, shit!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol saw Ken cum all over his chest, and then letting it ooze on his hand.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lisa Carol rolled over to him. She dipped her wet finger into his cum and smeared it around his nipples. She stared into Ken\u2019s eyes, like a wolf ready to attack. Her mouth spread into a grin. Then she licked his nipples and sucked. She let his hand rub her ass.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Soon, Lisa Carol opened her legs. She spread her sensitive lips open and pushed in her fingers. She stared at Ken and then at Ms. Lonelyheart, knowing what had just happened. It was all because of her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Enjoy this story more with 15% off <a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">LELO.com<\/a> with code <span style=\"color: #800080;\">VOLONTE15<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Ken sat in a wheelchair with his right leg encased in an unfriendly cast. The plaster stretched from his hip to his foot. Only his toes were visible. On the cast was written the immortal words: Here lie the broken bones of Ken. 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