Mit ihren neunzehn Jahren ist sie verdammt gut entwickelt und weiß auch ihre Reize gekonnt einzusetzen. Man kann sich vorstellen das sie ziemlich bel...ebt ist. Die Mädels versuchen sie zu kopieren und die Jungs laufen ihr hinterher wie läufige Hunde.Der Haken an der Sache, insbesondere für mich, ist das sie ein wahres Miststück ist. Ständig sucht sie sich mich als Ziel ihrer Gemeinheiten aus. Egal ob es jetzt Zuhause oder in der Schule.....Entweder beschimpft sie mich, macht mich in der Schule. "Can I sit down on your bed with you?" Yeah sure."I move over on my bed and my mom sits with me. We both prop pillows up against the wall and sit up in my bed with the TV on. Her shirt slides up a little bit but I still can't tell if she's wearing panties or not."You look pretty sexy mom. Are you even wearing panties under that shirt? And isn't that my shirt?" Yeah it's your shirt babe. I wanted to wear it because it kinda shows that I'm yours now without being too noticeable. It'll be our. Jennings. Even her cheeks were red and as she walked by me so as to deposit her school books on the small table at the foot of the stairs - as if she had had time to do any homework - I thought that I could smell the odour of spunk on her.All of a sudden I felt a strong urge to examine her recently fucked cunt. I knew that I had to act fast since she usually went straight to bed as soon as she got back from baby-sitting for Mrs. Jennings.Thinking very fast, I asked mother if she could make me a. ‘You know what you’re doing, then.’ Oddly, for the first time since coming to this big strange city, I felt a tiny spark of warm affection. My smile broadened. For just an instant, I felt at home. Excitedly I raced back to my apartment, stopping only long enough to grab my laundry supplies. Again, it wasn’t a conscious decision. It seemed like my body knew what to do. At the laundromat I stuffed quarters into the machines. Make sure the fabric doesn’t bleed. Press it while it is still damp. In.