Ah, found it." She walked out of the closet carrying asmall aluminum crutch with pink padding on the armrest. "I was hoping Coriwould still have this....She's almost as much of a packrat as her sister."After helping me balance on my good foot, Aunt Joan placed the crutch undermy right arm and showed me how to use it as an extra leg so I wouldn't makemy injured ankle any worse. Once I more or less got the hang of using the crutch, Aunt Joan lead me outof the bedroom, across the hall, and into the. Extra time on my hands led me to restart a previous photography endeavor just to give my creative juices an outlet. The money was not bad either.What I did not realize at the time was that the endeavor would give more than just my creative juices a workout when Kristen once again came on the scene.In Chapter 3, if you recall, my last act was a vow not to make Kristen wait that long ever again, and while it has been a while, I am happy to report that it was not entirely my fault.We had passed. It was difficult to concentrate on giving the guy a good blowjob with someone abusing her boobs, and with two other guys trying to see how many fingers would fit in her tight teenage cunt, but Becky did the best she could, slurping and sucking at his average-size prick, letting him shove it down her throat often, liking the casual way he fucked her face. She shivered through a short orgasm when the guys forced two pussy-juiced fingers up inside her ass, but with a cock lodged in her throat at. That didn't worry me really as I was getting all I wanted. Early in the evening I could see from their behaviour they wanted to fuck but I was in the way so I made up a story about going out the the cinema and left them. I managed to stay away for nearly thirty minutes before I could stand it no longer and crept back, I went in the back door as I'd heard mom slide the security chain on the front door as I left so that sort of confirmed it for me they were going to fuck. I went quietly through.