“That so cool,” she replied. “I dated a guy years ago that was a private investigator. Have you ever heard of Paul DeBaggadio?”I had to admit,...I did not know anyone by the name.The clerk bagged my snack and handed me the bag.“So do you live around here?” I asked as we walked out the front door of the store.“Yeah,” she replied, “about a mile down the road.”“Well, have a good one,” I replied, stepping towards my car. I was at a loss for words. She had a slight twang to her voice and I didn’t want. " Mandy smiled."Wow, that's intense," Alison grinned."Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm totally jealous of your hair!" Hey, I can dye yours for you if you like," the teenager replied.There was a gurgle from the floor, followed by a small squeal."What about you, what's your story?" Mandy asked, tilting her head toone side."Oh, you know, the usual tale of sad teenage woe. I fell for a guy, gotpregnant, hid it from my folks and then they kicked me out." Alison tooka slurp of tea. "Wow, that's the. "Our parents were going on a week long vacation in Florida. They said they wanted to relive their honeymoon. “And?" I rolled my eyes, for some reason every word that comes out of my big brother's mouth just irritates the shit out of me, “I don't want to be stuck here with you." Well, you are. So, get used to it." Maybe I should call Justin over to keep me company,” I taunted. Justin was Dylan's ex-best friend. Ex, because Justin was not shy about making it clear what he thought of my 17 year. At first I tried to pull her hand away but she was insistent and without further struggle from me she finally popped my pants open and pushed her delicate hand deep into my open fly. I was in a some kind of zone. I knew what was happening but not how to react to it. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. Leila leaned forward and placed her ruby red lips on the head of my dick and began to suck me off. I could feel her hot wet tongue lapping up and down my shaft. Soon it felt like I.