One day I pretended to be sick before school. I showed my mom my hard, throbbing morning wood, saying it was swollen with pain. I lied and said I couldn't touch it myself, and asked if she could help me feel better with her mouth. She sucked and slurped
She never made it to the restaurant. She wasn't that type of girl. The life that women had on television was nothing like hers. Growing up was different. Dating was different. She was always a good girl, but there was only one thing she offered. And eve