I was going to have to wait for the next Wednesday to get answers, but answers I would get and God help Phil and my wife if what I was starting to thi...nk was true.Rebecca Anne Porter had been a part of my life since the ninth grade. Becca was the first girl I ever dated and the first girl I ever kissed. We dated off and on through the tenth grade. It was off and on because her parents wouldn't let her have a steady boyfriend until she was in the eleventh grade.On the first day of classes when we. This guy came over to me and asked me if I was okay? He was quite fit actually and he asked if I wanted to dance with him so I did. Then he pulled me to him and pressed himself against me and whispered in my ear asking if I could feel how hard I was making his cock.” I watched as Angela licked her lips at the memory. “Up until then I had been behaving but just that one little whisper and I felt horny. So horny all I could think about was this guy fucking me. The question was, where would we. I met him at a bar by my house forgetting that he wasnt 21. When I got there he was at the bar drinking a coke, we introduced ourselves and I told him it was a suprise for my wifes anniversary. He was a little sceptical, but I assured him I was real and so was she.After one drink I went out to the parking lot where we could have some privacy to talk. In my car I asked him how big his cock was and he took it out to show me. My eyes got real big it was about 8 or 9 inches soft. I asked him if. "Say, what's your name? How long have you been on the streets?" I dared ask her."And, how old are you?" I added, thinking I already knew the answer."Carmela, Carmela Long. A few months. I'm twenty-four," she said, her teeth still chattering. She saw the surprise on my face when she announced her age, but she said nothing."I take it you have no place to stay?" I said, realizing how obviously ridiculous my question was before it was even out of my mouth."No," she said.Okay, she was homeless, and.