"Hi, Sis, why are you looking at me like that?" I talked to Ginger at lunchtime today, Ginger Wilson. Did you know she was a 8th grader when you boned...her?"He blinked at her and blushed."All this time you told me I was too young, that we couldn't do it, that I had to wait. I'm twice as pretty as Ginger. Well, aren't I?"He nodded and licked his lips watching her pull her soft polo shirt over her curly head and toss it on his bed. He felt his cock tremble and made a noise in his throat. His. He is surprised at the suddenness of her action but is far from wanting to complain.“Emma, you know my current condition is from a need to relieve myself for the most part,” he tells her.Emma, in a frenzy to feel him hard up in her, hitting the perfect spots to set her off does not care. Suddenly the idea of Donald urinating up in her vag is adding to her increasing arousal.She fucks him to climax, and when just finished he tries to pull away to go pee, Emma tells Donald to please do it up in. Based on you doing the things on our wish list, we’d be prepared to pay you…..”She got out a pen and wrote a number on the back of her hand. I could not believe how much they were offering, it really would make a huge difference to my life for the next year.“Wow! I mean – well I don’t know. But I’m not sure I’m comfortable with being paid for sex, doesn’t that make me some kind of hooker?”She laughed again. “No sweetheart, it doesn’t. Think of it more as friends doing favours for each other. As. My friends tried to help and eventually persuaded me to come out for a curry on a Friday night. I didn’t feel like it, but it was easier to say yes than to put up with their attempts. We went out for a curry and despite my intentions, I started to have a good time. They were all making a huge effort to make me smile and eventually I cracked, grinned and couldn’t stop. There was a cheer from my friends and some disapproving glances from other tables but I was smiling for the first time in months.