It was the typical care pack that the near by women’s shelter would sometimes pass out to the girls working the streets late at night.Angel shook he... head, knocking herself back into reality. He was a nice guy. Most of the guys who paid her didn’t buy her things, let alone toiletries and let her use their shower. She finished in the bathroom, using the toiletries and putting the box of tampons in her bag. She slipped into her bra and thong before pulling her shorts up and a plain black, tight. This expectation had educated and fixated my mother with her father, and she ended up being the one left wanting, and who one night slipped under his bed sheet and took the liberty for her own gratification, while her mother slept alongside in the same bed, with Grandfather in between both.Such a tale when told to me, left me shaking, I found it erotic to say the least, he dirtiness of such an act, titillated, and appealed to me, I knew then I had to experience it, by my mid teens, I had been. You whisper in my ear, “Mmm, perfect access to that juicy pussy and inviting ass.” You push my legs up again and this time you slap my ass with the paddle. You rub the spot and wait a minute. You need to make sure I don't cum. Then you smack my ass again. Each smack is harder, and you rub it afterwards, skimming my pussy lips with your fingers, sliding in to my wet pussy a little more with each pass. Suddenly you start fingering me hard, you want me to cum. “Baby, stop!” I beg, “I’m going to. Hesays ok and heads off to get picked up while I head off to catch a bus tothe high school.Friday night high school football. In little towns like ours, it was theonly place to be. As usual, I was here super early. I sat in the standsand watched the team go over plays before tonight's game. I listened to theband as the practiced for half time. Before long the sun was going down andpeople were coming in and ready to watch a good game. The game started, andI walked to the drink stand. The line.