Celebrate it. Hoist a glass to young Buddy Fagin. Several glasses. Little fucker.When Vanessa and I returned from Independence, from watching Jin and ...is mother being arrested at that sad motel, we paused in the lobby of the Wrigley Hotel. Vanessa grinned at me and took Jin’s poster off the easel by the street entrance. Took it upstairs. Souvenir.Jessie Sullivan, on her own initiative, hacked her way into Cassandra’s bank account. Cassandra Sanders, like Phillip Massimino, was making cash. ’ I grinned, knowing that I had successfully changed the subject. I went to my room and immediately started a text conversation with Michael. You would have thought we were in the eighth grade and just got our first cell phones the way we talked half the night. At some point, I must have finally fallen asleep. Morning came with a thud. I awoke at the crack of ‘Oh, shit, I’m going to be late.’ I’m just not a morning person. Coffee, juice and frozen waffles did little to revive me but I did get a. She was wearing a pink blouse and full black skirt. During the drive home we exchanged small talk. Talking about how she liked to go back to college and get her degree. Until she pulled off onto a dirt road that leads up between some trees with a lot of underbrush. She finally pulled over and stopped. She turned towards me and her skirt came up on her legs. Actually, I think I saw her pulling it up as she turned. I know she had to see me looking, I wasn’t very discreet. ‘You like my legs,. Would you like that baby?”I had to be honest, so I nodded. He pulled my panties out of my mouth and kissed me. This time he wasn’t so sloppy or eager, he took his time and took control of my mouth, while his cock took control of my pussy. I was more turned on than I had ever been. I felt his cock jerking as it pumped semen into my womb. I hadn’t cum yet, but I didn’t care. “Oh my god, you’re a good whore baby. You wanna be daddy’s little whore, don’t you baby?”I moaned as I felt his cock get.