At this point, Helen was completely dazed as if she's entered a realm of enlightenment… Questions, things she was confused about, tangled thoughts; all began to untangle and answers were given.
Miles saw this and took advantage of the moment to grab her skirt… Helen didn't react.
'Good. It would be a pity to miss sucking those tits today.'
"Think about it, Miss… If your husband was here, wouldn't he want the best for you? For you to walk again? For you to feel good everyday?"
Closing her eyes, a stream of tears ran down her cheeks, Helen smiled and nodded.
'Good.'
Miles smiled gently and began to pull her skirt down.
"Thank you." Helen whispered, enough for him to hear and laid back down. She arched her waist in order to help him out.
Slowly, her delicate pale thighs were revealed, she had a black lace boyshort panty beneath.
'She's got a good taste.'
Miles commented.
There wasn't much struggle to what was left, Miles pulled off the skirt, exposing her long curled up legs.
