Fuck my wet little pussy.”“You’re the one that’s bad,” he hisses.Candace growls again. “Shit, I’m cumming...” She releases the hand ra...il and stand slightly. Her pussy creams and clenches. The angle makes her tighter. The boy cups her breasts as she cries out in pleasure. His manhood is close to exploding too.The car lurches forward. They both stumble off balance under the sudden movement. Candace leans down to grab the hand rail. Since Luke has nothing to grab, he slips from her and stumbles to. No house, no wife, no kids, no side hustle, no backup plan.I sit up groggily in the shitty cot my step-dad set up for me in the garage, smirking as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, thank god we live in Miami, eh?My few meagre belongings were tucked under a military-esque pop up cot, squared away in my patrol bag, a few more in the trunk of my 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 302. Even in the dim light it’s matte blue paint with white racing stripe finish gleams, spotless. My most prized possession.I. "You know what," Tina said, shaking her head."I don't know," I said looking down at the table, "I know it's stupid but..." He likes you, and you know that," Tina stated."I like him too," I admitted both to her and myself."Don't say it's Stan and what he did, you have gone through it all and come out smelling like roses," Tina said.She was right, of course; there was still some part of me that hated how he had made me feel about myself, but with her help and the therapy, I was through most of. .."Alex interrupts, "Not your apartment, Amanda. You." Me?" Amanda replies dubiously."Yep. You. So, stand right up and let's have a look under that nightgown."With a blush, Amanda replies in a scandalized tone, "I'm not letting you see me naked!" Look Amanda, I'm a part of you, at least for the next two weeks. So, technically, the only eyes that will be looking at you are yours. You've seen yourself naked lots of times, haven't you?" Well, yes, but..." So, what's the problem? You were about to.