She held the covers up as I enjoyed the view of her sexy nude body. She took in the view of my dick making a tent in my mom’s panties as she looked ...p and down my bed seeing all the panties that I was laying on. She could clearly see that I had several pairs of her panties mixed in with my mother’s and oldest sister panties. She just smiled at me as I looked up at her full breast hanging ever so nicely right near my head. I reached up to touch her tits and she climbed in bed with me. With her. ..where is my guitar?" He looked around the room, insidethe closet, and even looked around downstairs until he finally came to aconclusion. "(Andrea doesn't play guitar?! All the time I spent working to learn toplay, the days spent doing odd jobs so I could get that Telecaster. Allgone? All wasted? God dammit!)" He walked back to his room, feeling very angry and frustrated, heflicked the light off and laid down on his bed. "Dammit... I'll finishthat homework in the morning, I can't believe. I never knew my mom, and because she was a teenage crack whore, I've lived my entire seventeen years like the ugly puppy in the pound, that no one has the heart to put out of it's misery. Lush green hills rolled by outside my window. My face was in a blank stare, I stopped crying over foster families, I stop caring where I was, I would be an outsider wherever I went. The social worker's car smelled like old granny perfume, the fake leather seats were awkward and squeaked when I moved my left. She dressed like such a wanton woman, like she wanted every nineteen-year-old boy in her class ogling her.I was glad it was time for lunch. I stood with a groan, needing relief. And not the masturbatory kind. Well, I needed that, too, but I wasn't about to jerk off at school. I needed to vape. And I knew just where to do it. I had found the perfect spot in these bushes behind the gym. No one went back there.“Remember, Chapter 2 needs to be read by the end of the week,” Ms. Samuels said, her.