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I was a bit embarrassed to show the guys, but in school, or in my spare time, I had started writing lyrics as well. It was becoming a habit. Anytime I thought of something, experienced something, or witnessed something, I would try to write about it. I was carrying this notebook with me and just scribbled ideas whenever I could. Whenever I was not hanging out with Jordan, or with Rachel, you would most likely find me with Robbie, mostly at night. He was my next door neighbour, and he was always, always there for me, whenever things got too tough for me to handle at home. Indeed, to counterbalance with having the best friends I could possibly ask for, I had the worst family. Well maybe not, but it did feel that way to me. My father was drinking too much, he was out in the pubs every night after work and would always come pornstars home late, drunk and often violent. He wasn't beating me up exactly, or even hitting me frequently, although it had happened a few times but the threat of violence was always there. He would grab my arm a little too roughly, or push me against a wall, or slap my face. He was an angry drinker. Drinking was probably a way of avoiding other issues, such as feeling like a totally useless member of society, going to a dead boring job every day to buy alcohol or cigarettes or if need be, to feed a wife and kids he, from the look of it, didn’t even love, although he was a lot nicer to my brother Thomas and my sister Amy, for some reason. I had made a promise to myself never to be like him. I didn’t want to end up like that. I wanted my life to be exceptional. The only good thing I had learned from him was French. He was born in France but had moved to Ireland with his parents when he was a teenager. He’d almost never speak to pussy licking us in English and we had to talk to him in French most of the time or he’d get mad, telling us that we’d never learn if we kept speaking in English. Even between my brother, sister and me we spoke French to each other if he was around. He'd never really managed to teach my mum but despite not really speaking the language, she understood it pretty well so French was the language we usually spoke in the house. It was not the best way to learn a language because it was forced on us but we did learn it. Unlike my dad, my mum didn't drink, but she was not a very loving mum. I couldn’t really remember her cuddling me as a child. I didn’t feel much loved in my own home. She was a Christian, not that there was anything wrong with that, but she really had some pretty strong beliefs. She did not seem to be able to make allowances. She followed blindly the dictates of the church and she was very stubborn about it. She had to put up with an abusive husband and a pretty sad life I must add, doing the cleaning, cooking, shopping, taking care of the kids and receiving no appreciation or love for it, and I’m pretty sure that Big Tits she believed God had intended it that way to make her stronger so she was just putting up with it. She was a strict mother and even though she knew how my dad treated me, she never said anything to pornstar him about it. Whenever I complained to her about him, she always told us that God had a plan, and that everything we went through in life had a reason to happen. Consequently, I didn’t particularly enjoy spending time at home. Robbie lived in the house right next to mine. Our mothers were friends and had basically given bith a few days apart. Growing up, they kept telling us how they used to put us in the same playpen, so our friendship went way back. I really thought the guys were a pretty amazing bunch of friends, but Rob and I were best friend, and everybody knew that. I really felt the most connected to him, we knew each other so well, we spent so much time with each other, because every time I needed Brunette to escape my father when he came home drunk, I outdoor went to his. Brian stepped into what waited, knowing it was a trap. “Kill her in silence. Not wanting to get in trouble with Jon I just stood there as they all looked at my bald pussy for what seemed like an eternity. I gasped at the slight pain and moved my hips to the faster rhythm Daddy wanted. I was fit and shapely myself, but damn -- that blonde just had one of those perfectly tight little asses that even a fellow girl couldn’t help but longingly admire. Brunette Prem replied, “Yes, Manu. She would want to talk. “Neither did your pornstar mom, before Passion changed her,” Lucilla smirked over me to Mom, “but she was a muff-diver just the same. I could see our bed and had pussy licking this horrible thought that Ryan and I would be outdoor putting on quite a show for Doug, Naomi and their neighbours to see if they cared to look. Our foreheads were pressed together and I could feel the knot in her brow. “Beautiful,” was all I could reply, and then Big Tits I was stolen out the door by my friends. Unlike my sister and most of her friends, Whitney was not petite. Don't move," I told him and got up. He lifted it on its golden chain to peer at it up close. The shop that I usually went to was a little supermarket. Gooey strands of her lubrication descended between her legs. Mom is riding me really hard, but my dick has been achingly erect for so long that I’m really numb and barely feel anything even though I see her hairy vagina bouncing on the shaft and hear the bed cracking and banging under us. “No! No one has ever gone there!” After he stepped out of them pornstars she pulled aside the covers of the bed, ushering him onto the high thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets.