I gave Darlene a place to hide out and crash whenever she felt that she needed it. When she came over to my place I let her drink a beer if she wanted...too and I gave her money too. I was trying to buy her affection and it was working too.So that night when Darlene told me what her mother had said, “You’ll really be a woman after you start your periods, grow hair on your cunt, get tits that fill out a bra and show some cleavage, and after you’ve been fucked by at least three guys that are older. Carrie has been incredible though. I think she's just happy that I'mdoing so well, so I guess I try to pretend I'm doing better than Ireally am." I'm sorry to hear that." Don't be. This is like a new beginning with her, and it's fun to doso much stuff together. I guess I'm kind of being moved to sisterstatus with her, though she doesn't realize it. Still, I'll take it. Ithink we're going to become closer than we've ever been. I was prettymuch a workaholic before this, so we didn't have a. She swirled her tongue around and then circled the top again. She did it a few more times before he put his hands in her hair and begged her to end it before he lost hismind. She pressed her lips tighter and slowly starting bobbing up and down. He could see her breasts bounce in the restraints of her bra and he ached to touch them. She quickened her pace and then just as he was about to lose it, she stopped and blew a trail of cold air up his shaft. She giggled and started kissing her way up. You were an unloved villager in an unknown town living an insignificant life. You were born the bastard son of a tavern wench who was knocked up by a passing stranger one night. The moment she could, your mother abandoned you to live a life of torment at the tavern keeper's hands. Living off scraps and serving as a source of relief by taking beatings, you've only gotten by on endurance and cunning to avoid more beat downs. This was your existence...... WAS being the keyword.Marching in during.