I'm fourteen and a half with shoulder length ash blond hair that has some curl to it, hazel eyes, five foot three, one hundred and eight pounds, kindo... a trim athletic build but not muscular, light skin, nice legs, and enough in my bra to get all the looks I want.I'm also a good student, usually on the principal's list, and I like math the best of all my classes. I also have lots of friends, girls that is, and a few friends that are boys but no 'boyfriend.' I have dated some but not too. I had shot up to five foot nine inches, and I was rather thin; almost skinny. At age fourteen, I was not the cute ‘cheerleader type’ that the boys my age sought. At the time Don moved in, I was struggling with the changes occurring in my body, and struggling with the transition from a little girl to a young woman. To be quite honest, I did not like the feelings I was experiencing as I labored through adolescence. I particularly did not like the expectations that went along with being a lady. I. " Jason said as he continued to fuck her. "I want your ass... I want it real bad!" Yes! Yes... fuck my ass!" I could believe what I was hearing. He was going to fuck her in her ass! My fingers sped up their work on my pussy and my panties got soaked again... (if I kept it up I would have run out of them!)Suddenly Jason pulled his cock out of my mother, and I gasped. He cock was big, not as big as some guys I've seen on the internet, but bigger than most! He gripped it in his hand and pushed it. Carol now could pass for many of Washington's professional women, if one didn't examine her makeup too closely. She opened a locker and took out a moderate-sized black purse with a shoulder strap.Going onto the street, Carol said, "especially while we're on 14th Street and streets directly intersecting it, I avoid looking distracted or affectionate. Just hold hands at the most, but leave my right hand free. This is a gun purse. I like to be prepared, even though we're just going over to 16th.