"Hey lil girl." my head jerked up "don't be so surprised I've been watching u since u came into my territory. Names @ not the a.t. At but the weird si...n. But all my whores call me mr pimp." he surely didn't look like a pimp. He was tall and not very muscular but with the tight shirt he was wearing it showed he had some muscles and he dressed like any normal teen. "we'll how old are you?" "I'm 13" his eyes filled from concern to understanding "ah a runaway! Do you have any way of earning money. Both of us felt someday we would marry and raise a family together. It was meant to be.One thing was going to complicate our plans for the future. Sharon had two more years of high school when I went to college in September. I was attending the Pennsylvania State University to get a degree in Business Administration.Sharon and I agreed keep our relationship going during the school year. Sharon gave me a memorable good bye fucking the night before I started college. Memories of that night along. All your milk is coming here probably uncle was right. Because I was also feeling that some liquid type thing is forming inside my shoo shoo and it has become all wet. Uncle stopped sucking my nipple and said let my first dry the milk that has moved on there and then definitely it will come out only from your duddhu (breasts) and nowhere else. By saying this in a flash like lightening he removed and threw my panty away and before I protest or say anything his warm mouth was on my mound and his. Would you believe I’d never done that before? Well, you can believe it wasn’t long before it became a regular event.Breakfast was healthy. Fortunately I quite like muesli (as long as it’s not from the health-food shop and I can have sugar with it) and I have no problem with bananas or juice. I was allowed a cup of real coffee.Katryn rolled up as we were sitting at the kitchen table.“Coffee?” she asked.“Hang on, and I’ll make some more,” I said.“No,” Wendy contradicted, “I’ll make some more..