I had been born and raised here. This was home. With no one here, returning to England to finish school, and then serve what you would call an interns...ip in one of the law houses would have meant selling Sugar Cane. That or letting it go to rot, which would have been worse.I compromised. I finished the last year and got my degree in law, but instead of proceeding to become a barrister or solicitor as we call them in England, I came back here. I couldn’t imagine parting with it. Had I completed. I loved being the rock around which the household leaned on, that all changed one day when mom attended a wedding and found an attractive man a widower himself with a daughter. Their casual acquaintances turned into regular phone calls and roughly a year later, mom married that man. He was a manager in a local bank and had a beautiful daughter. My mom and myself are also very good looking. We all moved into a house which had a large master bedroom in the ground floor and two small bedrooms. " She squinted at mesharply. "Another drug?" Er... Mom, Maple and Richard..." wished me a happy birthday, I wantedto say. That wasn't believable. Okay, I was happy like a junkie onstuff, and that needed to be my official version. But Mom would flip. Ihesitated. I never tried hard drugs. Weed smelled, and booze smelled, soit had to be something different.I couldn't make up a drug on the spot. "Mom, I don't want to tell on myfriends," I said and looked at her puffed nipples.Mom nodded. "That's. He moved his lips licking my navel, my boob and then kissing my neck. I was really turned on now. He spread my legs further and placed his hands on his dick, stroking it. He was huge. I was afraid if it would fit inside me. He placed his dick at the entrance of my pussy, slowly rubbing my pussy lips and teasing me. I was getting turned on and losing my patience.Then he slowly entered his hard meat in my hole. I was like, “aaah!!!” He said, “oh my! My cute girl’s little pussy is so tight..