She almost always felt hungry.Finally, Dakota reaches that wonderful orgasm.If you are standing in the middle of it all you can do is to protect your eyes as your clothes, armor and gear are torn into bits by the power of the sword.I stumbled backwards from the impact.She had such beautiful, ebony skin, her face mature round, her lips plump.She worked down my back again, hesitating once more at my lower back.They each brought themselves into the wife bedroom pulling me onto one of the play beds.With his eyes riveted to Tessa’s very stiff nipples, Warren slut cleared his throat.She could feel his fat prick squishing the granny mess he’d left in her before as he pushed it inside and he immediately began to hammer away, obscene squelching noises emanating from between her legs as he passionately grunted his way to orgasm.I took one more swig from my beer bottle, belched suddenly, and giggled.Fuck mom, here you go, and he grunted and shot his second load while she came and squirted all over the blankets.Sadly, mom she felt she was too old for them now (almost).Now my legs were up in the air.I loved the way she grunted each time my cock pressed into her. I beat the man to within an inch of his life that night and was only stopped when the police arrived, called by my foster mother out of fear of what her and her husband had created. Both parents were arrested and I was taken into protective custody.I spent the next six months in a children's wing of a mental clinic under intense scrutiny from the medical staff and psychologists to determine if there was any lasting mental damage to me. As I said, I was far more intelligent than my years would suggest and knew that the only way out was to play along with the clinic. I had been tested way above board granny on their evaluations and was eventually cleared to leave. Because I was a ward of the state at this point, the clinic had final say on slut where I would end up and they placed had placed me with the Hensons.Robert and Melanie Henson were a young couple, Robert 31 and Melanie 27, who had failed at having children of their own and decided on foster care. They had heard about me from the media surrounding my abusive home and actively sought me out to care for. Robert was an activist lawyer and Melanie was a certified teacher, but had quit to pursue a career in aerobics instruction. Since I'd be living with a professional family and essentially a stay-at-home foster mother, the state awarded custody of me to the Hensons.While everything seemed perfect on the surface, which it was, at the start, something had changed in me. As I stood over the abusive wife Frank, pummelling the life from him, I realized how attractive power and control was. I vowed I would never again be at the mercy of anyone else and would strive to ensure that my life was lived on my terms. Naturally, I kept this part of myself hidden from my new fosters and the social workers who would do their regular check-ups, but it was always there and I was always observing, analyzing. After my first mom year with the Hensons, I mature began to notice a change in the home. It was clear that Robert was not as keen on bringing me into their home as Melanie was.