!"I'm just a young boy and this story is about my mom's friend whose name is Lisa,I would call her Mrs. Carter but she insisted that I call her by her... first name, i.e., Lisa. She was in her 40s, she lived two houses away from ours and she has been friends with my mom since I remember, "hot" is one word I would describe her but I've never thought or felt that way about her because of how close she and my mom are. She does have a husband and she also has a daughter who is a one or two years. As we talked, I found out that each month girls have what is called aperiod. She said she had been told it was kind of scary the first coupleof times it happened and maybe a little embarrassing. But it was all apart of becoming a woman. Then she asked me what the boys were told.I just blushed and said I didn't pay that close attention because Ididn't feel like a boy. Rather I felt like I should have been with herand the other girls. But still I told her what I could remember abouthow a boy. The first stop was the garage to sell off the duplicate tools we got but the owner wasn’t interested in buying them. It did give us the opportunity to check the prices on various items as well as see if there was anything he needed in particular. Fuel was naturally a hot ticket item at about one hundred credits for every ten litres, and car batteries were worth up to one hundred credits each, though it depended on how good the battery was.We also found out that there is a barter system that all. “Not yet. I let you find out first, my gorgeous little Snowflake,” I said as I moaned underneath Heather’s squirming pussy.“Who did you rob? Do we know them?” Abby asked as she finally put the money back and crawled over to the side of my bed.“Actually, you’ll get a kick outta this, Sis. It was Joey and Angelica’s Dad,” I told her with a grin as I remembered how tight Angie’s sexy ass was on my cock, almost as tight as my baby sister’s sweet little pussy was right now.What a tight little ass!.