But I am getting ahead of myself.My name is Wendy, I’m twenty years old, and live at home with my parents while I attend college. I’m 5’4” tal..., and weigh about 110 pounds. I have long blonde hair, blue eyes and love to wear crazy wigs to change my look. I’ve always been a fashionista, and simply adore wearing anything that gets attention, especially if it is fetish oriented, slutty or Goth.Being the brat that I most assuredly am; I made the long ride in the family truckster absolutely. I moaned as my nipple was pleasured. I asked, Why is that? She bit my breast playfully. With big breasts comes big inconvenience. Are you parodying Spiderman? I asked, Zoey knowing my fascination of everything Spiderman. Biting my breast harder, she said, Yes, I am. You are lucky to have smaller breasts, perky, perfect, breasts. Why? I asked, thinking the suggestion unfathomable. Well, I have always been judged based in my breasts first, my personality second or third, she pointed out, before. That’s another matter. I mean taking advantage of someone when they are sleeping is just wrong. And taking advantage of someone when they are drunk is double wrong. If you wanted to suck my cock then you should have manned up and asked me.”I had been looking down at the floor, not wanting to meet his gaze, but I looked up and said, “But if I had asked, you would have said no.”He said, “Well, that’s probably true, but it’s happened now, so the next time you want to, ask.”I looked him in the eye. They would be too late. I knew it. Mistress Morgan had run back inside because a few of the younger kids were still inside the inferno that was once our home. She had always treated me like a normal person, despite all my—features. I guess she just looked past them at what was underneath. I had graduated high school a couple years ago and was going to the state university on a literary scholarship. But still, she never brought up my looks, or asked why I didn’t want to be adopted. She probably.