The two girls smiled as the doors opened again and they made their way to their room. As the door opened they looked in astonishment at the corridor w...ich led to the lounge. Paintings hung on the walls, and the thick carpet stretched in every direction. On both sides of the corridor were bedrooms. There was a small bathroom at the end, just before the door to the enormous lounge.Even with all the furniture the room was still gigantic, and seemed to be divided between a contemporary dining area. To her surprise, there was only one other car there, a red sports car. It looked familiar, but she paid no mind to it, as she was too excited to care. James followed her, camera in hand, almost having to run to keep up. She wanted to document her first pumpkin patch experience. She was just like a little kid running through the field and jumping on the gigantic pumpkins. James took pictures of her sitting on one that was almost as big as a bicycle. As hyper as she was, she wasn’t paying much. She spent from age 15 to 18 bouncing around care homes and foster homes. At one foster home she was sexually abused by the older brother and started using drugs to forget. It wasn’t long before she was spiralling out of control, first shoplifting to get money for drugs then prostituting herself to fund her growing drug dependancy. Things changed though just after her 17th birthday. Rachel spent most nights on the streets, only returning to the children’s home when she needed a warm bed and a. I would have fucked her right then and there but for the towel hanging off of my steel hard erection acting as a cotton cock blocker.“Can’t we just fuck a little?”“Nope. Sarah will get upset.”“Because you are getting fucked and she is not?”“Maybe. Regardless I want to show you the whole house. I feel bad that you know your way around my body more that you do our home.”“You feel bad that I know my way around your body?”“No! You know what I mean. Now let’s get dry and head downstairs. Your.