They take a large bite out of every dime I earn. So I need to study business and finance to understand it. I need to go to college because I have all ...hat money. I also have to learn that for Tina. The day she turns eighteen she's just going to hand over hers as well. It will still be her money of course, but I don't think any of us can imagine Tina worrying about financial wheeling and dealing. As long as her credit card functions, or mine if she can get her hands on it, she's just not going. We understand and under appreciate what you gothru, period. But that being said, many of us would rather be like youthen like us. Our hearts go out to you.This is my story, a story of identity. I started out writing a fantasyshort story, because that's what I like to read. But instead it keptgetting longer and getting deeper in to myself. I realized at some point Iwas writing about my life. So I broke it down into chapters, chapters thatrange from a rating of G to a X. Its a story of teens. I drank some of my beer and glanced at her, her eyes locked onto mine for a few seconds and then she looked down at the carpet. Where did you find them she asked me, her eyes still looking downwards. Do you remember when i bought that old cabinet from a man who advertised it in the local paper i said to her, and she nodded, well when i got it home inside was a few boxes of rubbish and in that rubbish was that pile of DVDs. I had indeed bought the cabinet as storage for the garage, and there was. I caressed her breast, tugged on her nipple, licked and sucked it. After moving over and between her legs, I gently pushed her onto her back and put my mouth on her pussy licking it, sucking her clit. My fingers probed the depths of her wet pussy. There was no diaphragm, no barrier. My mind raced as I pondered the implications.But, I didn’t slow down as I made love to her. My tongue fucked her pussy as deeply as I could push it. My fingers pressed onto the sensitive flesh between her pussy and.