Five minutes later, I was almost an expert. After that, I stopped, leaned the crutches against the wall, bent over and unlaced my left training shoe. ...hen, I took off my sock. I propped myself on the crutches again, and looked down at my small, bare foot. It was great to feel the cool air caressing it as I crutched some more.I closed the front door and locked it. The rain had become a drizzle. I set off toward the nearby store, crutching slowly, enjoying every step. My bandaged left foot hung. She didn’t know whenher three fingers entered her pussy and she was now fucking herself with herfingers. Her other hand was squeazing her breasts, moving from their base tothe big erect nipples, squeazing them, pinching them and then leaving them bypulling to the front. She was moaning loud now, ‘ummmmm my mammaaaaa mmm ohhh yesfuck aaahhhh gghhhhh shhhhhhHer fingers were rapidly fucking her cunt hardd. She movedher three fingers inside her cunt and the beast outside were fucking herbrassiere. I remember him slapping my ample breasts & the sensation it sent through my body, I'd never been treated like this before, this is what i'd been looking for.By chance, a few weeks later, I had a couple of days to myself & decided to contact Jack about a meeting, I'd thought many times on how sexy our brief first encounter had been & what fun we could have together, me being new to the scene & willing to try anything, Jack knowing how to treat a slut like me. Perfect.We arranged to meet.I went. Then the Romans had adopted it as the Feast of Saturnalia, celebrating family and the Roman god Saturn. Finally the Christians, needing to celebrate something at this time of year lest they raise Imperial Roman suspicions, adopted it as the date of Christ's birthday – a date never actually specified anywhere in their holy writings. But Winter Solstice or Feast of Saturnalia or Christmas, it was still a time to feel warmth and closeness within families.Of course out here in the Diaspora there.