"When did you put the chicken in the oven?" About a half hour ago," Mary said through the open door to the bathroom. "We should have an hour before we...have to start the potatoes and vegetables." That sounds about right," Ken said as he stopped at the open door to peer in on his way to his own room. "Are you alright, Mary?" he asked when he saw his thirteen year old sister kneeling over the toilet bowl." I will be," Mary said as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before she got. I was hard just thinking about it as I texted him back and forth. After only a day we decided we would meet up so he could get his hands on my cock. He texted me his address and told me when he would be ready. It was late at night, dark by the time I headed over. I parked my car across the street from his house and walked over to his door. Nervous of course, but too horny to even think twice at this point. After a few seconds the door knob turned and the door opened. There stood a tall slender. Hold it, he said, snatching her plate right up from her, replacing it with the one she had made for him. Dont want you to have spit in my food, he explained with a smirk. That one wont taste as good. I made yours with LOVE! But whatever, trade away my love, see if I care, Brittany faked a frown, biting into the swapped tortilla. Then, smiling, she leaned over to where Justin was, taking the biggest bite that she could muster out of his. Hey! What the hell, girl? Justin scolded, trying to keep. You know, long hair, OP shirt and shorts, Vans "slip on" shoes. But I had no idea of the real world around me. But I was to soon find out. It was in the evening and it had gotten dark out. I didn't have a place to crash, so I decided to sleep under the pier. You could go under santa Monica pier in those days. That when I met Tony. He was a 34 year old black man and he offered me a place to stay rather than sleep out there. He explained that it would be dangious for me to be out all night alone..