Of course, the guy’s six-two, maybe two hundred pounds, and he could have the same sort of plans for me that Marcus and company had in mind, but I b...ught myself a little time. At least that’s what I thought.By the end of the day this guy knew my story, I’d met the neighbors, there was a plan to emancipate me, making me legally able to run my life, and Bob had given me a place to stay, a cellphone, an iPad and a laptop.By the end of the week I was back in school.I mean, you read the news, a teen. Get in, please, the voice urged, and I climbed in the passenger seat, finally looking at my trick. He looked to be in his late teens, early twenties. He had precisely cut hair, glasses, a plaid collared shirt, and khakis. It looked to be his first time, too. He drove to a motel a block away, and pulled me into one of the rooms. Um, I-I-Id like to start with hand, he stuttered, handing me three $5 bills. I nodded and gentley pushed him on the bed, undoing his belt and slowly pulling his penis. Ab main apni kahani par aati hu ye kahani kuch din pahle ki h main apni colony me hamesha apni saheliyo ke sath masti kar rahi thi aur hum sab log baaten kar rahe the aur mere ghar ke bagal me ek uncle rahte h wo mujhe dekh rahe the wo apne ghar me akele rahte the aur wo job karte the. Main aur meri saheliya ek dusre se apni chudai ki baare me baaten kar rahe the aur meri saheli bata rahi thi wo apne boyfriend se chudwayi aur hum log chudai ki baaten kar rahe the aur ek dusre ke sath masti kar. The hem reached her mid thighs. Her small round breasts were squeezed tight by the T and her nipples were clearly defined and straining to break free. Obviously there was no bra. The 32 size breasts looked exquisite. Her waist was exposed and her navel was staring at me. Her bare thighs were shining and her ass was well defined by the skirt. Frilly white socks and sneakers covered her tiny ankles and feet. I was breathless and already hardening inside my black cotton shorts. My black shirt was.