Even though school was an uncomfortable place for me, I knew I had to succeed, and I was one of those kids who would accept nothing less than straight... A’s. The next year I’d be in high school and seriously competing for scholarships, and I planned to hit the ground running to win the best one being offered. I figured I was going to need it because, while we weren’t dirt poor, we sure as heck weren’t well-to-do. I couldn’t see Papa forking over a bundle of cash for my college education when it. I liked it." Hold on."Karen went to the kitchen and brought back a wine cooler. I sipped it. It made me feel warm and relaxed."Are you staying till his parents come home?" I asked her. "Maybe." She was staring at me now. "I had a thought. Ever want to learn more about being a girl?"I gave her the short answer. "I'm not really sure. Why do you ask?"She was studying me. "Hold the bottle like this..." She had me hold it with my wrist slightly bent. "Use your wrist more instead of your whole arm.". So no asking. If I am not mistaken, you must be aspiring models?”The girls nodded and Lezzy said, “Except Natasha, she is my sister.”“No”, Natasha exclaimed.“No for what? Are you not my sister?”“Yes I’m your sister, but I’m a model too.” She did a small catwalk and twirl to prove her point.“Yeah, Yeah and I’m Miss World”, Lezzy retorted.Both the sisters fell into a bickering argument, but Mark wasn’t paying attention. He looked at his watch and realized it was way past three in the night. He. What the hell? I cant fuck her? She's half crocked, I eat the hell out of her pussy, and she can't, or won't fuck me. I said "whats wrong? Am I hurting you? Can't we have sex?"She says "I'm old and I haven't had a penis in me in many years. It hurts when something is put inside me." I asked then if she was going to give me a blow job? She replies, "oh no. I wouldn't even give my husband a blow job. I dont do things like that so I can't do that for you". I said "that only leaves your asshole..