I long for older times when thirteen-year-old girls were thought marriageable women and could be dead in childbirth at fifteen. That short, intense li...e could be richer than dreams of roses, but I'm expected to live a long time and not to discover my sexual self for many more years... maybe when I'm twenty-one it's supposed to happen... and at thirteen that seems like another century.In the stormy evening when our families go off to bed one by one, leaving us to lantern light and the fire. She evaded my questions about what had happened to my mother, but I figured it out when I overheard her telling a neighbor that "the baby died."It was with deep concern that I came from school one day and Grandma told me she was taking me home because my mother would be out of the hospital that afternoon. As we drove and my grandma lapsed into another awful and unmemorable country joke, I felt some hope that perhaps the unfortunate incident would somehow narrow some of the distance between my. He gave me a few more pecks before saying, “Let’s watch a little of the video.” It was another anal sex flick. I turned around and he held me from behind as he rubbed my thighs, hips, and waist. Between the video and his hands, I was getting hot and excited, again. After a few minutes, he stood up and led me around to the other side of the table so I could see the video while leaning on the edge of the table. As I was bent over the table, he leaned against my ass with his crotch and his hands. It's one thing to cheat but quite another to produce unwanted children because of neglect.”“I see your point.”Gay had been rubbing my cock through my pants all the time we were talking. She now pulled me towards her and we kissed. She lifted her skirt up to show me that she was not wearing panties. I reached down and ran my fingers around her pussy. She moaned.“Protection?”“I started the pill at the first opportunity after last time. I have stayed away because I knew that if you made advances.