We sat up and cuddled a little and shestroked my hard on thru my panties. You want me to kiss your cock? Hellyes. I'll do it if you'll let me put some...makeup on you. OK, a little,but make it look sexy, not slutty. A little lipstick, foundation and eyemakeup, and my dick was inher mouth. She just pulled my cock out of the leg band and using the samelipstick she put on me started sucking my very hard dong. She stuck afinger in my mouth and I started sucking it she pulled it out and lookedat me. But she always protected me from them. Then when I was 16 she came home early one day and caught me getting fucked by a boy called Jake ( he took my cherry ). Instead of screaming she said carry on laughing as she closed door, I was stunned by her reaction, Jake well he had been given green light to fuck me. The next few weeks Jake would come to house and fuck me, all my mom would say was enjoy it. I just turned 17 when one night my mother said to me fancy playing with a proper man, no I. She had the obligation to spread the good word in the form of The Watchtower magazine—a duty she observed as rarely as she could get away with, having endured a lifetime of doorstep rejection accompanying her mother in the streets of Middlesbrough. She had tedious biblical texts to memorise: never the ones where there was much of the sex and violence—of which the Bible had plenty—but ones that served to reinforce the arcane dogma of a faith she was beginning to question. Indeed, now she lived. "I'm so sorry, Nessa," Ashley began with a heavy sigh. "I can't go. My mom is really sick and my dad can't get any time of work, he's going to be in England for a month too. I need to stay with her during the day to make sure she's alright. I'm so so sorry." Vanessa looked down then took her cell off speaker and pressed it to her ear. She cut off her friend's apologies and started to speak: "It's okay, Ashley, I promise. I'll just go alone, I'm better on my own. You know what I'm like.".