"I can't think about that right now. I'm too hungry to have a boner." "Phew, let me write that down, it's a first." Evan shook his head and went to go to his room amateur for clothes. Darlene Hardcore rotated the scissors, the point dug into her thigh, she paused, applied more pressure, and turned them the other way. Her skin stretched, threatening to tear. It was one of those situations that she should write about. Her journal and favorite pen were on the floor between her outstretched legs. The school psychologist always said, "Speak to a parent or other trusted adult rather than acting out." Darlene shifted, and the beanbag seat crunched under her ass. Her parent was passed out on the couch with her mouth hanging open, and Darlene had considered pissing down the woman's throat. Ms. Style was the only adult she trusted, but she was off to California, again. Boy George was her next thought. She could sneak into the Andersons' backyard and let him fuck her. If Mr. Anderson caught them, he might fuck her, too. It had never made Darlene feel less abandoned, but assuming her mother was a meth addict, at least gave the woman an excuse. Gloria said the woman who was supposedly her mother was cool, rich, and they all went skinny dipping in her giant pool. That was the kind of mother Darlene had always dreamed about, someone like Ms. Style, without a cock, of course. Darlene liked Gloria, and wanted to be excited with her about finally meeting her aunt, but not knowing any of your mother's indian family wasn't as bad as not knowing who your parents were. Still, Darlene wanted to be happy for Gloria. It wasn't her fault, and she had always been kind. Gloria was the type of sister Darlene would want, but she'd settle for a kissing cousin, and that kid sure knew how to kiss. A burst of piss shot across the crappy carpet. Blots soaked into the top page of her journal. She watched the blue ink spread out as the paper babe swelled, blurring her previous thoughts. The scissors drew blood, Fingering Darlene stiffened, and released the three Cokes she drank earlier in a long arching stream. The golden liquid splattered her feet and ankles. It was better than drowning the woman in the other room or getting caught with a dog's dick in her, wasn't it? Darlene swore and punctured her leg again. It was stupid to let herself imagine a family and happily ever after. That wasn't her lot in life. Sally probably wasn't her mother, anyway, but even if she were, the woman had given her up when she was a baby. Was there any excuse for that? After Evan ate lots of things his mother wouldn't make for dinner , he stood outside his parent's door. It was a minute before he raised his fist but still didn't knock. Lorraine and I were sitting on the front porch, nervous as could be. His cock flooded my cunt with his spunk. As the day passes, he tries to make his move multiple times. Jeff was staring right Hardcore at me when he said, “I’ve wanted you since the first time we met.” And then he immediately followed that with a question, “When is the last time you had sex? But as he was lying there and his hand brushed over her stomach he noticed her skin was so soft. “Fuck yes” he said! His cock was babe Fingering massive. He was shaking like crazy. I was just getting to the point of no return when the curtain amateur flew open revealing a young woman standing there looking at the naked (apart from shoes and knee socks) me furiously rubbing my pussy. caressed her breasts and kissed her soft young indian neck as Her excitement swelled.