"Hey, what are you doing?" Some of the paint dripped down. You've got some here and here," I said, touching the top of her bum just above her crack an... the bottom of each cheek, the parts that would have been above and below her panties. "Really? How on earth did that happen?" Mom asked, craning her neck to see but unable to."I don't know," I replied, scratching at the area just above her crack, my scr****g fingertip managing to slip into her delightful crevice. "Should I get it?" Hurry then,". She wiped them, managing somehow not to smear her eye shadow or her mascara.“Michael… I wanted to apologize. I… when you yelled at me I went home and I thought about it all… and realized something. I didn’t like you simply because you were a loner, and you seemed so happy… I don’t know why I hated it so much. I just wanted you to know that… that I was sorry…” Now she came very close to crying. Full on broken dam crying. Mike felt his iron crack somewhere deep in his gut.“Alright, alright, don’t. “Take me, baby,” she gasped. The boy grasped her hips, rubbed against the puckered sphincter, and someone leaned over to suck his penis and the hole. He pushed and felt resistance. She relaxed the entrance, he pushed more, and Mary felt the smallish purple crown pop inside -- “Yes! Yes! Give it to me.” Youthful hormones took over and the lad quickly pressed his entire cock inside her ass. John looked on with awe and delight as his wife rode an older man while a lad fucked her from. Mum wanted all my allowance in her bank account. I knew full well if that happened, it would all go to the pokies or alcohol. I refused to sign them into her account. Then one day after a night at Mr. Anderson’s house, I found all my clothes and belongings, splayed outside. There was a letter on the door, written by my mother.Note: “Jesinta, you are 16 now and I am no longer legally bound to house you, goodbye and good riddance.”Well that was a shock. I immediately rang Mr. Anderson.“That.