She began to push down and into the pillows, moving herself lower in to them. Diana then moved one hand onto her pussy and started to rub her click, ...hile still maintaining a hand on her left breast—pulling and pinching her nipple. I couldn’t believe what I was watching…a girl 5 years my senior was masturbating on my parent’s bed and she had no clue that I was not eight feet from her watching her as she did. My cock was hard and I went back to stroking myself. I came pretty quickly as. It meant leaving everything behind. Friends, school, everything.The actual sneaking away was easy enough. When dad lost and he lost big, he used to be in a foul temper and would disappear for days at a time. So when he embarked on one of these episodes, we loaded everything we absolutely needed and got the fuck out of dodge.The journey was long and cramped. Mom only had a small rust bucket of a car but she drove as if she was in a luxury sedan. The further we got from New York, the more relaxed. Then she would turn away from me and go straight to sleep, shrugging off any attempts i made to hold her. One night after such an evening i checked her phone while she slept and found hundreds of messages to one particular work colleague whom i had heard her mention before. I instantly flew into a rage, woke her up, and confronted her with the messages and after arguing for a short while i left her house. A few days had passed and we agreed to meet for lunch. We met at an Italian high street. My mind wanders at how amazing she is, older and heavier than I am and at the same time beautiful and brilliant with her words. She tells me a million times how much she adores me and is thankful that I am something of a gift to her, these words so simple yet so precious and sweet that it never gets old to hear. I blush and my toes curl when we say sweet nothings to one another, making me feel like a little kid having a crush and trying to express in words how hearing her voice makes my stomach.