”I wanted her to, but horny Jenny was still somewhat rational asking about her boyfriend, “What about Andre? Is he home? What if he hears or sees ...s?”Pam begged, “I do not care. I need to lick your pussy now no matter what.” My head thought no, this a bad idea, but my pussy was on fire and in charge apparently as I pulled my pants down. I am not sure how we managed this in my front bucket seats, but my long legs were in the air, Pam’s legs were on the passenger side floor and her face planted. However, I've talked for long enough. Who even am I? A disembodied voice? The story of your dynasty begins. Will you make your mark on history, or fall into obscurity?The Sun shines down through your bedroom window, casting a ray of sunlight onto your face. You groan and blink at the sun. Your first order of business is going to be ordering the servants to put up some curtains, you think as you crawl out of bed. You look around the room a bit confused. This was your first night in the royal. He took a dump before driving down the street to do some food shopping at the Try-N-Save.He arrived back home a few hours later, put his food away, and nuked a Pizza for dinner. Then he verged out in front of his sofa again. He tuned to Network 23 to catch the Max Headroom marathon.Realizing that he would have to wake up with the cows the next morning, he groaned and clicked off the TV after Edison Carter had saved the world from blipverts, and went to take a shower."Shit!" he cursed when he. Skinny, wearing thick lensed glasses, hand me down clothes, and possessed of a high pitched irritating voice, he was a nerd's nerd - ere such a term had even been invented.Friends, however, were the last thing on Terry's mind at the moment. It was eleven thirty, on a Friday night, and his old man hadn't made it home from the honky tonks yet. The fourteen year old boy lived in almost constant fear of his father's drunken rages. The taped bridge and wired on earpiece of his glasses bore mute.