The scent of her arousal flooded the bedroom as we seriously started to fuck each other's brains out. A huge turn on for me, increased as she would sl...w and stop to keep me edged, just short of a volcanic explosion. I slipped my hands round her cute little arse to cup and massage her buttocks, gently but definitely pulling them apart, making the distinct non-verbal suggestion that some attention was going to be paid to her rosebud. She countered that by leaning back slightly and pulling her. He didn’t stir, but I hadn’t expected him to; he still slept like the dead. It took me a moment, but I realized that I’d just been affectionate without being prompted. It scared me a little.I decided to go make some dinner if only to get out of that room and escape the reality of my feelings. Foster kids know not to get their hopes up. People don’t actually want you, even when they say they do, even when they promise. I had no business getting close to anyone, and yet... Maybe a delicious salad. When Jennifer presented herself, with her long black hair, tiny skirt and stockings, all dolled up like a cute tiny teen, I took her in my arms and told her that I was supporting her. I felt her loose her tension in my arms and that's when I realised how scared she was of hour reaction. My wife didn't dissapoint Jennifer's expectations. She exploded, calling our child a failure, saying that something was fucked up in his head, and other atrocities. She slapped Jennifer and started pulling her. " that's not what I want to say either. "I mean I'd like ta..." Peter, my parents will be home tomorrow night so I'll have to be home by curfew." she says simply."So." I clear my throat, feeling like a complete jackass, "We'll see a movie, grab some pizza an' be home early."She smiles shyly, "Ok." she picks up her books, smiles at me again and heads to the parking lot. Her walk is almost hypnotic.When she's out of sight, I remember Alex. He's not on the field so I go wait by the looker room..