"Don and I can't get divorced. We're not married." Mom you're the one who's stupid," I said. "I grew up in this house. Since I was seven years old, Do... has been my Dad and all of my friends..." Donald is not your father," she laughed."I didn't say he was my father," I said. "I said he was my dad. My FATHER used to beat the shit out of YOU in front of me. My FATHER barely knew my fucking name when we left, and I was seven years old. My FATHER threw us out in the cold in the middle of winter. I first noticed her when her dad invited me in to sort out their computer issues being 18 i am pretty good with computers, we was sitting in the kitchen sorting out jemmas laptop (thats the girl next doors name) when she came in wearing tight hot pants and a tight t-shirt, she flashed me a smile and asked what i was doing, her dad told her i lived next door and was setting up the wireless on her laptop.after 20 mins i was done and left their house and went in to my room, i could hear her in her. I glided swiftly up to her and grab her butt with one hand and bring the other between her legs to her pussy. She was startled and was about to protest but I turned her around and smothered the protest with a kiss while putting my tongue into her mouth and touching her beast. Gradually she relaxed and hesitantly returned my kiss. I move away a bit and told her to relax and asked her name. “Sasha” (a pure Indian & French combo) she gasped as I continued. I unhooked her swimsuit top and pull off. Justin rolled his prison pants and underwear down, then laid on her sinking his cock slowly. He grasp her face, soft kissed her lips, brushed her hair lovingly. His mouth sank over hers, deep kissing her. Paul said, “Their kissing. It's like the movies”. Justine re-positioned his self and started a slow short stroke while looking at her. He read her face and fucked her to give her pleasure. Peter said, “look at her smile, she's so pretty”. Justin said, “you know I love you”? Jean replied,.