It was a day to remember for more reason than that.We got home from school to find a strange car in front of the house, and dad arguing with a kid. Sh... seemed to be asking for a job, but dad wasn't having any of that."I ain't hiring no runaway, and that's that!", He flatly stated. "The law will be down on us by next week, if I was to do that. You need to get your little butt home, where it belongs!"Her voice sounded dead to me, when she calmly replied "I don't have a home to go back to, mister.. Her hand moved to the belt on my pants, opening it, then the top button. The sound of my zip being lowered caught my breath. Once open, Tracy pushed her hand inside. The moment she touched my cock, I felt my balls tighten. Her touch was light at first, her nails traced a line along my length.Raising my hips, I pushed my pants down, freeing my cock. Tracy moved my head from her breasts, her hand now held me firmly. Her eyes flicked across mine, watching me as she now moved her hand up and down. “No, we’d just got here when Allie came over.”“Can I buy all of you a Coke? Come with me, Mary Ellen. We’ll get the Cokes while Allie and Martha visits.” I grabbed her hand before she could say no.She laced her fingers in mine as we walked to the order window and stood in line to order. I couldn’t keep from looking at her face. She’s so pretty and her skin is so smooth. She has some really-really big titties, too, and I mean - damn - they do stick way out from her chest. Man does this girl have. .. ... It took me twenty-two hours of driving, my only delay quick stops to gas up, piss and grab a burger, before I drove into Mom's hometown, Goshen, Indiana, a small town of 30,000 close to the Indiana-Michigan border, at seven thirty in the morning on a warm August day. It was a town clearly past its prime, the boarded up windows of every third store on its Main Street a testament to the Wal-Marting of America and the death of small town life.I had been born here, but Dad and Mom had moved.