I am not sure if this means that I am mature for my age or that you hold some sort of youthfulness inside of you. Maybe some of both. Dinner goes wel..., and as we began to do the dishes, the heat from the water, the hot summer night, and my blush for you makes my body temperature too much to handle. I take off my shawl exposing myself in just a tank top. I can see your eyes travel down from my eyes to my mouth and to my open neck. As I reach to grab some dishes from the table and turn back to. Then there was the problem that Mia didn't like bullies.And I became one.But I was a different kind of bully, which was confusing to her, I think.And to me. It was, after all, a huge change in my own life.So there were weeks when I didn't see Mia, because she was avoiding me. And I sort of suspected that she was avoiding me. And yet, when we did see each other, she had that dazzling smile and I got hugs - quick ones, but still hugs - and she talked to me and asked me what I was doing and all. He came to me. And then… then… he was inside me.He fucked me slowly. But hard. These little, shallow movements. Oh god. It as so good. I would gasp and he would lift his hand to my mouth. “Shh…" he would whisper. And then he’d thrust a little harder. It was so delicious. It turned me on even more, when I could hear people walk past the bathroom, talking and laughing, while I was trying not to cry out from him hitting my g-spot over and over again.He was getting close, I could tell. Speeding up,. Kim always liked me, not sexually, but as like a mentor. If she had a problem, or needed advise, I'm the one she spoke too. I bought her her first car at 16. I would help her study. To her credit, she was a good student who did well in school. I never tried to be her father and she didn't want me to be either.When I got out of service in 2008, I moved in with Kathy. Kim was 17 and Jen was 15. For the first year and a half, things were great, over time, however, we began to fight, many times.