Melanie went and got me a Coke and we sat there in silence for several minutes.Melanie had hit the nail on the head. Everything I did to try to avoid ...urting someone had the potential for doing exactly the thing I was trying to avoid. How could I resolve this? Was life destined to be like this? Hurting people you love even if you didn’t mean to and perhaps even if you did nothing wrong?Now I understood the guys who treated girls like toys to be played with. They simply turned off their emotions. .. It was late on night after band practice. Jackie, Bobby, and myself had just went through a very intense jam session. After we were done we all went out to Bobby's car to share ideas and to have a good time. We brought liquor to the recording studio and we drinking in the car. Along with passing a joint around. We were sharing out music tastes due to the fact that we didn't completely know each other all the way. Which is essential for a band to work. Anyways, as we got intoxicated and high. She blushed and said maybe there is a possibility that he might be my son as he was darker than her or her ex hubby and he is leaner and shows face lines similar to my child hood snap she saw but one thing different was he has curly hair unlike me she said.My heart literally stopped. I remembered what my Mother told me about how after measles at age 4 my hair had been cut short and when it grew back it lost its curl which was there till age 4. All the while we were talking in our lingo and. Joe always came such a lot, and this time was no exception; some escaped my slurping mouth and dribbled onto my fist. As I withdrew from his lap and sat up, I licked his cum from my hand, looking up at him from lowered eyes. “Was I a good girl for you, Master?” I asked. 

“You're learning, Kara, that was very good. You have a belly full of my cum, now?”
“Yes master, I drank it all up for you. I’m a good girl.”
He smiled at me as he pulled the car into a large, dark car park, I felt foolish.