" I added. "Yeah, that him... and that's the forth move this year, twice with the same family." I took a long drink of the sweet mixture. "I'm getting...sick of moving." I said, slowly lowering the glass back down.Her mouth dropped open, "That HAS to be effecting your schooling."I shrugged my shoulders, "It doesn't matter, I plan on leaving soon anyway." She straightened up at that response as I continued, "I just don't see much of a chance at school, bouncing around from family to family.. I lifted the elastic of her pajamas and just as I was about to enter her panties she said “My turn” and pushed me on the bed, climbing me, removing her pajamas first. She was sitting right on my dick and was slowly dry humping me, feeling my dick. I was feeling her body with my hands, her ass, her back, her hair, grabbing her boobs, squeezing and pinching them while she continued dry humping me.Suddenly she stopped, looked in my eyes and smiled. I understood she was going to blow my mind off. I was worthless. After puberty hit and changed me for good, there was still a lot of "but." The guys I didn't want hitting on me constantly, the ones that I did, I didn't dare to let anything happen. People said I looked good, but that was it. But she is too shy, too introspective, too antisocial… At first glance, I knew there was something weird in all of that. Handsome, wealthy, well-mannered, Alex spoke to me as if he knew me for a long time already. Always respectful, he talked to me as if. By having this large vine on her right side, almost completely covering her right leg, hip and side, there was a very visible difference between her tattooed side and her plain left side. Anyone looking at her could see how she looked before and what she looks like with a tattoo (he often referred to it as her two-face effect). On the one hand there was her "baby face", as he liked to call it, that gave off the radiance of innocence and an image of the girl next door, and on the other there was.