"I mean, they're not goinganywhere... It's just me who is." As the plan roars down the runway, I takethe opportunity to muse on what Lauren said. My f...mily's not goinganywhere either- but over the last six months, it's me who's beendistancing myself from them. I've been so obsessed with trying to figureout what I want to be in the long-term, what I want to be for the rest ofmy life, that I never stopped to consider what I want to be in the short-term, the here and now.For the past five months,. Weren’t you paying any attention? We didn’t see a single car on this road before that rest stop and we haven’t seen one since then either. Dad is not walking up to par the way he was moving. I checked the trip odometer that dad resets whenever he fills up with gas and we have traveled about fifteen miles since picking you up. Now as we learned in school the other day, an adult male can walk approximately three miles an hour on flat land. If dad were in good condition, which he is not then it. Soon my dick was nuzzling into the back of her throat. She whimpered, pulling her hand away from my shaft's base. On her next bob, she swallowed the tip of my cock, skillfully sliding it down her gullet.“Oh, my yes, you've deep-throated a dick before, whore!” I panted.She just gripped my hips, taking more and more of my dick. She had to clean my entire shaft of her sour musk. She moaned the entire way, humming and massaging the tip of my dick. The nineteen-year-old whore knew what she was. She found herself jealous of her mom and sister and the attention he would give to them. But not tonight, tonight he was hers and hers alone. Her heart raced as she got into the passenger side of the car, butterflies in her stomach. She glanced at her date and saw complete devotion and love in his eyes. She smiled as his hand gripped hers as the car exited the driveway. They had an easy conversation on the way to the dance. He always knew how to get Ami talking and he could see the fire.