I never knew my mom, and because she was a teenage crack whore, I've lived my entire seventeen years like the ugly puppy in the pound, that no one has... the heart to put out of it's misery. Lush green hills rolled by outside my window. My face was in a blank stare, I stopped crying over foster families, I stop caring where I was, I would be an outsider wherever I went. The social worker's car smelled like old granny perfume, the fake leather seats were awkward and squeaked when I moved my left. She just gave me mischievous look for a split second and then moved on to teaching the class. While teaching, she has a habit of walking through the rows of desks so that she can make sure everyone is paying attention. I always sit in the last bench and when she is walking back I had a great view of her cute ass swiveling from one side to the other. (At this age in my life, I didn't develop an admiration for the hips and waist of the female body. My eyes and my thoughts were only focused on. So one day in the morning when Aarif went to his gym at 6 am, Sumaiya looked at her daughter. She was still sleeping. Sumaiya couldn’t control anymore and decided to go for it that day and then.Sumaiya was wearing a nighty but still, she changed because she wanted to look like a whole for her father-in-law.So, Sumaiya got naked quickly, applied the lotion on her body, covering every inch and then wore a light pink colour bra and matching pantie. And then she wore an almost-transparent red. “Oh, my God, yes!” I answered, and I could see a weight lifted off of her shoulders.Her entire demeanor then quickly changed back to where it was before.“The rest of my pussy is actually kinda small,” she purred and used her fingers to spread it open, showing me her soaking lips—she wasn't exaggerating about how wet she was, either.“Yes...” I murmured, unable to take my eyes off of it or stop myself from giving my tool a few good tugs.Char spotted me doing it while I was transfixed by her.