.I grew up in Florida for as long as I could remember. I could remember going to the sandy white beaches of the Gulf and spending time at Disney World.... But a little after my 9th birthday, my mother began to get very sick because she was a druggie. At my young age, I didn’t appreciate what my mom did, I always knew what drugs she took because she could never outsmart her son. After about two years of coming and going from the hospital, she finally died, peacefully.I think the death of my mother. I noticed a dandy set of round, full tits puddled out on that chest, big brown nipples still erect.She finally got back from whatever mystical journey she had been blown to. She said almost casually, “So are you going to fuck me or not?” I said just as nonchalantly, “No, I was just curious.” For a change my mind filtered out my usual response, which was that I wasn’t into catching things.It was an odd situation. This was clearly a slut on the hoof. She wasn’t drugged, tied up, or even very. It was at the exact moment that I knew that protestingwould not work; I looked like most other girls my age and no matter what Ihad thought before, how pitifully bad I thought I was, it looked like momwas right about my being able to do it. At the very least, I looked like agirl! I had, sitting in my lap, the opportunity to become the girl that Ialways wanted to be, yet I was scared to death at the very thought of it.I looked back at mom who merely smiled."See, I was right honey. If you. "Is there something wrong?" Nedia asked suspiciously."no baby, I just don't want you catching a cold or something." Noah was really confused he never fell in love before, he had some crushs over the past few years but never felt these feelings, realizing how much he cared for her made him think about the possibilities, they r both leaving for collage in few weeks, what will happen then?"Let's go" they got into the car and Noah drove as fast as he could. He wanted to be alone for a while and.