"Matt Boswell, David learned, was the lead man, and the man who would be working a full 40 hours a week. He was black and wheelchair bound. Frank Conn...ll was the man with the pinned up shirt. Devlon Kristensen wore a prosthetic foot, and Jerry Henniger was the other man in a wheelchair. The Hispanic with a prosthetic leg was named Ramon Gomez.After introductions, Matt Boswell grinned and said, "As troops go, we might appear used up, Mr. Stanley, but we'll do the job for you. You won't catch one. . it was rumored she was a major carrier of sexual diseases and I believed it. That was the main reason I'd never fucked her, even though her small cuteness reminded me of some of the 12 and 14 year-olds I'd fantasized fucking. She was a crack and chiva (black-tar heroin) junky, and the street's preeminent pariah whore.She must have sensed me staring.. whores have this acute sixth sense about possible customers. She looked up suddenly and those dull, weary gloom-filled eyes of hers momentarily. Involuntarily I closed my eyes and moaned softly from the intensity of my orgasm. When I opened my eyes she was gone and the door was closed but I heard the sound of her footfalls receding. Now I had done it. She was probably going to tell my uncle what I had done. Possibly she would demand that the pervert nephew be expelled from her happy home.I scrambled to clean up the mess after pulling up my pants. I was surprised there was so much cum. It was everywhere but I managed to get it all. After. But uh, well you just took a shower, and well, you know."I just shrugged and said, "I don't know. I guess I can't help it. I mean, I've never done something so crazy, dirty and kinky like this. Maybe it's, you know, something like that. I'm not sure."Kristina looked at me, then glanced at Emily. She just kind of stared at her naked body, especially between her legs. Emily looked at her with a curious look on her face."What's the matter Kristina? What are you looking at?" Emily said.Kristina.