I was becoming a little black cock slut and I loved it.This went on for about a month, we had to be very careful but somewhere along the way April was...figuring it out. Sometimes, they would each fuck me up to three times a day, there ere days when I would take six loads of cum in my ass alone. I loved it. I started buying tight little skirts and thongs and tube tops. My foster parents hated it so most of the clothing I hid. On my 15th B day I got some money and bought a pair of 5" sparkly heels. So many special spots in those woods, I feel like you and I could lose ourselves to the wilderness in those woods for days and days, picking berries, laughing and playing between the trees…I love remembering the moments in the woods with you more than any other part of my life so far. You showed me where your favorite berries grew, pointed out treasures and plants as I beamed in appreciation and full love, shining brightly with my adoration for you. I raced you up the hill in the true. Until I hit the 3pm entry. It was from Mindy. The heading was "Don't read Story 2000!" after that, nothing. I quickly double clicked the icon, but the rest of the letter was completely trashed.I didn't know what was going on, but it just wasn't normal. I tried to E-mail Steve Zink, but it got bounced -- user unknown. I started getting really worried. I had made a few good friends over the past couple of months, and I hoped nothing bad had happened.I hit the Favorites and brought up Fictionmania. The cat then flicked the light pleated skirt up above her waist. The angel lifted her hips as if almost to assist in this. Thin white cotton panties with feathers on them protected the angels small, shaved moist pussy from the crowd. The cat dove down as if attacking and took a large mouthful of panties. The cat was careful not to bite skin yet. A turn of the head ripped the panties off. Feathers from them filled the air, like a chicken being plucked. Amber could tell the crowd was.