I walk to the kitchen and reach for a glass on the shelf in the darkness. I fill it with water and immediately down it. I slam the empty glass on the ...counter, ‘Fuck!’ I could take her over and over again and it would never be enough. I check the microwave. 11:27. I shake my head and wonder just how I convinced myself this was going to be any different. It was always like this when she was involved. I suppose that’s what I liked about her, the adventure of it all. Well that and the mind blowing. . and of course, I was looking down at her cleveage; and that's when I fixed the seat belt. I know cause damn metal thing hit me in the nose and it hurt as hell. Jessy started laughing like crazy trying to ask me if I was okay to which I didn't answer being real mad about the stupid seat belt as if Jessy broke it on purpose. I knew she did not, but that's what made it worse; I was planning on fixing that shit for weeks but didn't, and now my car had his cold revenge on me for not taking good. Very horny. I wanted cocks. Lots of them. I fantasized about them, masturbated endlessly thinking about them. Some days I thought there might be something wrong with me. Surely my parents would think so if they knew. Many of my old friends, back home, would wonder what had happened to nice girl Amber.So here I was a few months into my junior year at my new school. At 5-7 with blonde hair, 32C breasts and a nice rounded butt I had no trouble getting attention. I easily made the cheerleader squad. I took a quick shower and put on a pair of light shorts and a thin t-shirt. I went into mom’s room and waited while she dressed. It’s obvious she’s very nervous but excited all at the same time. She has already learned more about her parents this morning than I think she wanted to know. They obviously weren’t the prim and proper people she thought they were.She watched me watching her and she smiled. When she was dressed she said, “I almost had an orgasm when we found those magazines. I can’t.