"I saw you moving in. Sorry, I couldn't help but students are checking in. Most of them will check in tomorrow." No problem," I said. "I didn't expect... you to help."I hoped she could have helped because company always makes things go faster, but there was no reason to make her feel guilty over something she had no control over. That would only make me look like a jerk."You have some nice things," she said.If nice was the same as cheap then I had some of the nicest things."I couldn't find a cable. Due to heavy crowd, no one would notice anything and this constant rubbing, would give me a raging boner and she would still continue and rub some more to see me excited for her. From time to time, we reach our classes early mornings just to cuddle or grope or just make out before anyone comes just for the thrill of it. Plus, I would just push her against the door and start to finger her and bet to make her cum before anyone shows up. Just the excitement would make her cum a lot and it spices. All I’ll give you both what you need. Especially you, Mrs ... I mean, Jess. I promise. Trust me. Understand?”Both Kimmy and her mother nodded again. Still unhappily ... but there was a glimmer of hope in both their faces. A pathetically eager, desperate hope.“Good.” He glanced over at the stairs again. “Now get the fuck out of here.”Mrs. Grant nodded. Hanging her head in dejection, she made her way over to the stairs ... then came back to the bed to grab her daughter by the wrist, as Kimmy was. It's too uncomfortable when you wake up in the morning, all stiff and sore.I was exhausted. Being a father is hard. Being a sixteen year old single father of twin boys seems nearly impossible at times. I started eleventh grade three weeks ago. My mind drifted to my plans for the future. At least the plans I had a year ago. Now? Go to college, who knows? Dating, forget about it. No high school girl wants to date a sixteen year old guy with two sons. My life changed irrevocably on the fifteenth.