1. My Last Summer at Home (Part 3)


    Date: 10/5/2016, Categories: Fetish, First Time, Lesbian Sex, Author: stifleurself, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    My Last Summer at Home (Part 3)"Well baby, there you stand. With your little head, down in your hand. Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again. Your baby's gone, and you're all alone and it looks like the end." "And you're back out on the street. and you're tryin' to remember. How do you start it over? You don't know if you can. You don't care much for a stranger's touch, but you can't hold your man." "You never thought you'd be alone this far down the line. And I know what's been on your mind. You're afraid it's all been wasted time." When I got home from the gravel pits, thank god my parents were already in bed. I know I smelled like cigarettes and beer, and I wasn't walking too straight. I switched on my radio and lay down on the bed. I stared at the ceiling for a minute, then I made the d***ken mistake of opening an old wound. As Wasted Time by The Eagles drifted from my clock radio, I slowly paged through one of my old journals. My name was written neatly in the margins 3 different ways, with my ex boyfriends last name. Tanya Reed-Martin, Tanya Mary Martin, Tanya M. Martin. The old memories of Tommy Martin and how he broke my heart were too much, and the tears I hadn't shed in weeks began to well in my eyes as Don Henley sang to me."The autumn leaves have got you thinking about the first time that you fell. You didn't love the boy too much, no, no, you just loved the boy too well, Farewell" "So you live from day to day, and you dream about tomorrow, oh. And ...
    the hours go by like minutes and the shadows come to stay So you take a little something to make them go away" "And I could have done so many things, baby If I could only stop my mind from wonderin' what I left behind and from worrying 'bout this wasted time" I switched the radio off and wiped the tears away with the back of my hand. I started to doze off, and began to dream of escaping my little hick town. Dreaming about how many exciting new people I'd meet at Iowa State University. My head was swimming over how my relationship with Jill was changing, and the confusing feelings I had for her. The wild story she told me about her and Beth Carter was still so unbelievable. I heard Jill softly whispering my name as I drifted off to sl**p. The memories of Tommy began to drift away with the breeze blowing through my open windows. I was out like a light until my clock radio came to life the next morning."Lying here in the darkness I hear the sirens wail Somebody going to emergency Somebody's going to jail" "If you find somebody to love in this world You better hang on tooth and nail The wolf is always at the door" "In a New York minute Everything can change" When my clock radio went off, I awakened to another fucking sad ass Don Henley song, and almost started to cry again. I slammed my hand down on the off button, resolved not to let a stupid high school boy make me sad. I lifted my head from the pillow and immediately felt the thumping at my temples. There are not many things ...
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