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Mr. Logan moved in next door about three years ago and in a short while we got to know him fairly well. He was single but seemed to always have a pretty woman hanging around. My dad used to call them eye candy, mom called them gold diggers. Mr. Logan was a damn good-looking man, about 6’2, 200 pounds, with deep chest, broad shoulders, asian narrow waist, solid looking butt, and long athletic legs. To use a much-used cliché, his face was chiseled from fine marble. We would see him jogging almost every day, and if the day was hot, he would be covered with sweat. Even though I was not yet sixteen years old, Mr. Logan caused a lot of fluttery stomachs when I saw him like that. No boy in my school had the effect on me Mr. Logan did. I would not have dropped a pass from Mr. Logan if he threw one my way. Apparently, he had the same effect on my mother because one day she was gone, Mr. Logan’s house was empty, and the next time dad heard from her, it was through a divorce lawyer. For the next few months dad tried in vain to find mom, he wanted her back. He kept almost daily contact with her family, he checked with her work a couple of shower times, but she had quit; he posted pleas and begged her return on her social media sites, but mom had cut him off completely. Every once in a while, I would get a note through social media, or a phone call; dad didn’t know, and mom told me if I let dad know she was talking to me, she would cut me off too. So, I didn’t tell him. To sum up, dad and I were alone, taking care of each other by the time I turned sixteen. On my sixteenth birthday dad gave me a $100 bill, a hug and a kiss on the cheek with the caution, “This will be the last free money I give you Liv. You are old enough to work for your pay, I will start you on an allowance but you blowjob will earn it.” I wasn’t surprised, I’d heard his father tell me too many times I was spoiled and needed to earn money, not expect it because I was cute. teen (But my granddad used to slip me a twenty every once in a while, with a big wink and grin.) The day after my birthday dad and I sat at the dinner table and wrote my job outline, as he called it. Go to school and earn good grades. Laundry on Saturday mornings. Cook dinner, Hardcore clean the kitchen every evening. Keep your bedroom clean. Keep the bathroom cleaner. The bike went on teen it blowjob in the same speed and he threw up and fell back on the seat. "And as I would get closer and closer to cumming, it would shower take every bit asian of willpower that I had, to keep from sticking my dick up inside you, and finally fucking that wonderful pussy of yours. "What's wrong with me?" he wondered. Naomi jumped up and started rustling in the kitchen. When the cramps began he was watching me but after the second gush his eyes rolled up just before he shut them. I asked what the working hours that would be required of me. Sasha told me that I needed to meet with her at the limo office Tuesday Hardcore about 8 pm. I want it now, right now.”