What are they really? People who have given up everything, those who escape life through the ephemeral dreams found in a crack pipe, and men and women...lost in a bottle. They aren’t to be criminalized, they are to be helped.“Then we have the next contingent of people who have put together a vision of what it means to be a productive member of society. I’m talking about those who labor to do, to grow, to make, to create, and to think. Too many people are embarrassed that they labor. They feel. .' With a strangled cry, I came, juices dripping down her fingers almost to her wrist. I was almost numb with the intensity of it, so I could only shudder when I felt her stand, sliding her fingers out of me. Her hand fell away from my hip, leaving me untouched and shivering, slumped in the restrains without the barest bit of strength to hold myself up. I could feel the walls of my pussy contract over and over as the orgasm subsided, and the shivers down my spine made me jerk helplessly in. We just got a couple of sandwiches and found a place to sit. We made small talk, then things started getting interesting. "Paul, do you have a girlfriend?" "No, I don't see why anyone would go out with me". She kind of blushed and said "Don't say that. I bet lots of girls would. I would." I couldn't believe it, she was interested in me, too. She told me that she didn't have a boyfriend either, and her mom said she wouldn't be allowed to date for a long time. "Mom doesn't like me around boys.. I’ve touched myself, but that’s about it.”She looked at me disappointed and seemed to settle in her seat. We ordered our ice cream and ate in silence. Then she looked up at me, a twinkle in her eye. I didn’t like it, her twinkle always got us in trouble.“Maybe we can do things to each other. I mean we are cousins, and I’ve seen you naked a few times. I’m sure we can be discreet if we had to.”I smiled, I knew she was a bad influence on me.“Okay, I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll go with your plan.