How did you sleep and how is the ankle?" "I slept really well, actually. It throbbed at first, but this morning it feels so much better. Not even usin... the crutch. That bed is so comfy. Thank you again for letting me use it. And, thank you again for everything you have done for me. Even if you are a bonehead Jarhead." "Ouch. That hurts. And here, I thought you liked me", then chuckled. "Sit. Let me get you some coffee and the eggs will be done in a minute or so." We sat and ate, with little. I'm losing the house and I don't make enough money to get by right now."Silence on the other end."I just finished high school," you add."So you're eighteen?" Your mother says. "You didn't get fat, did you?"You look down at your shapely body. Not fat, not in the slightest, but you have certainly grown from being a kid into being a woman. Your perky d-cups are filling out a crop top and your jean shorts hug a wide set of hips and a firm, round butt. Your long legs get a lot of attention at the. He wrapped his arm around me and held me close to him. He kissed me again. He stopped when we both heard footsteps. "Someone's coming," he said. He jumped up and threw his clothes on. Then we heard a knocking at the door and someone say, "Jon? What are you doing in there?" I knew we were busted. I didn't know how to react. Jon opened the door and replied, "Nothing. Just working on some things." "Oh, alright. We heard some noises and wondered what they were," the man said "Oh, well I don't. He threw me off of him and strode past me to the bathroom, he turned on the shower for me and put a towel on the rack. He looked back at me, “I like fresh.” He knew that I needed to be clean not just for him, but for my own enjoyment too. I was definitely his bitch and we definitely clicked on many levels. I rubbed my whole self, face to knee against him as I went to the shower, and looked up longingly as I pressed both hands against his crotch. “I’m yours,” I said. Then I dropped my pants as I.