" "What good would that be?" Still teasing. "Then I could French kiss whatever I find there." She put her hand behind my head and the next thing I...knew her tongue was halfway down my throat. After about 5 minutes of severe mutual tongue lashing she disengaged and whispered "Let's go into the tent."I'm a little slow sometimes but I'm not stupid. I stood up, offered her my hand, and pulled her to her feet. Our lips met again and our tongues did battle. After a minute or two she pulled. I had included heels and make up and gel to slick his short hair smooth to his head. I logged online while I waited for him to emerge from the bathroom. Gabriel had left some messages, he wanted to see me again. He had sent me a picture of his trousers at work. Bulging with his unsatisfied erection. He had been leaving me lots of messages over the last week. He could barely think of anything other than getting in position and having me penetrate him. He was hungry for it. He wanted it bareback. I knew exactly what Oxy was thinking when I asked the big question, “Do they venture into the minefield?”“Why yes, they do on occasion.”Oxy sounded excited, “We can do it, Mom. We can help these folks and get our payday. What do you say?”That started a verbal family brawl.“No fucking way Oxy. That was play in So’ Bermmun’s Junkyard. This is real and will get you killed.”“Come on, Mom, we beat it ninety-five times out of a hundred,” I added.“It’s that 5% that bothers me.” Mom pointed out.I took. It was kinda weird but at the end of class each lady again gave me a long hug. We then went to lunch, which my foster mom did not bring anything for me to put on top of my leotard. We ate in a restaurant where there were a lot of men in suits. I felt kinda weird like a lot of them were starring at me but she told me to relax and if they wanted to stare to let them. I was relieved when we left. We then went home. Foster dad wasn’t home so foster mom and I sat there together on the sofa.