They both got theirs when they were sixteen. I got mine two months after I turned seventeen. That was four months ago and I wouldn't have gotten it if...Grandma and Grandpa hadn't taken me to the DMV.Shelly is of course demanding to get her driver's license. The Rents say she'll have to wait until she's sixteen. Sixteen! (Grrr!) How's that for fair?I can't believe The Mom told me off for ordering blood at McGregors. Sheesh! It isn't like I can help needing it. Grandpa of course had no problem. He stared and swallowed audibly.“The paint, Nathan,” she said, her voice husky.Automatically his hand, holding the rag, went to the smears of paint inches away from her pussy. Automatically he pulled it away again, plugging the neck of the can and tipping it to re-wet the rag. Then he removed the paint. His eyes darted from where he was working to the two black and almost leathery looking lips that closed her off to his view. There was a thin stark stripe of bright pink between those lips, just. Before long she grabs me by the hair, moves my ear to her mouth and whispers, "I'm yours. Make love to me." That is all I need, her words echo in my soul and I slam into her hard. Her head tips back and she half moans and half yells. I let her lean back away farther and begin pulling her back into my thrusts with everything I have.She digs her fingernails into me deeply making me buck and thrust harder and harder. The room is echoing with the sounds of our bodies violently colliding and her. We know that you’re from back east we can hear your New York accent.”Adam said, “Yeah, I’m from Queens, so what?”Gemma jumped back in, “Sal was from Queens too until he moved over to Staten Island. Why don’t you tell us how you met Sal?”Adam said, “That’s simple when I was in my early twenties I was running a club in Manhattan and we had to pay a special ~ tax ~ yeah let’s just call it a tax. Sal was the one who collected that tax if you know what I mean.”Gemma said, “Oh, so Sal was in the.