That’s how she ended up where she was. Thank god. Had she spent anymore time alone she would be dead or worse. Yes there were things worse then deat...h. Its just she never talked about them or thought of them till she ended up on the street at 15. She spent a year homeless. Hair matted, eyes both infected, poor education, it was nothing new. Prostitution however that seemed like a good idea at the time. It hadn’t worked. Nothing had. Her first night out she got picked up by an older gentleman. He. Eager to cooperate, I started to match her rhythm, my upwards thrust meeting her backwards movement perfectly. “Fuck yes,” she moaned as she continued to ride my cock. “oh my god, fuck yes.”I smiled and began to thrust a bit harder in time with her movements, my balls swinging up to slap her ass cheeks. She groaned and moaned as another orgasm rocked her body. She rocked back wards and began to bounce and grind on my cock as I continued to thrust up into her now dripping wet pussy. She leaned. 00 pm the lights were closed and dark was prevailing. I simply kept my hand on his shoulder and draged the person to nearer. I was confident that no person was looking at us. I turned his face towards me and kissed his lips. He cooperated in giving his tounge and I sucked it forcefully. I opend his zip and get his donky lund in my hand and pressed slowly and also moved my hand up and down so that his uncut skin coming up and down. There was wet in side his skin and after rubbing for certain. The rest of the morning at home was like normal with cereal and an apple for breakfast. Dad had gone to work already and mom was just about ready for her workday in the town 20 miles away. With no siblings, I was used to being left on my own. No mention was made all weekend about the upcoming Frosh Week at school. Both my parents had attended Hayes High when they were young, so they were aware of and actually approved of the freshman hazing rituals. But neither of them said a word either of.