I had money. Everything I owned was in my car except my art and I’d turned my back on that. I drove from place to place. I’d find something to dra.... I couldn’t paint when I was living in my car, but I could draw. Instead of getting bigger, my vision kept getting smaller. I’d spend an hour drawing a person’s eye or trying to capture the shape of smoke as it rose from the tip of a cigarette. Every time I drew, I sank a little further into myself.“I tried to pull myself together. I decided that. Michael grabbed onto my legs, flipping me over on the bed. Now we both were laughing. It was Michael’s turn to rub my back. Since this is part of what he did for a living, it should be good. Michael sat on my ass now, the only place to put his dick, was on my ass. Michael’s hands were big and strong. It felts so good when he touched me. Michael started at my neck rubbing, massaging. He knew the spots on the back, he didn’t need to do it hard. Softly and sensually Michael’s fingers danced over. “They are fine, I love your little nipples.” We just fucked together and it was amazing, he lasted longer this time then the first time and I could begin to feel my cunt getting a bit tender from his big cock and my small cunt. I started to get the cumming feeling again and I began to make noises and he said, “are you cumming again?” I was and I couldn’t speak, then I felt him fuck me really hard and fast and he grunted and I could tell by the feeling he must have cum in me again. It was much. She didn't want to think about that or about the bottle she would have to abuse herself with tomorrow.After she was done with the pizza she had to go and do her homework for tomorrow's courses. It was only two pages to write but she would have to go back to her room to do it. Her books were there.Maybe she should wait a bit longer in the kitchen. She needed more time away from Barry. But the kitchen was colder than her room and she was naked. She had almost decided to stay anyway when a light.