Luckily, this was before Facebook and Twitter or else thesepictures would probably have been all over the internet. My fosterparents told me they wer... going to find another foster home to place mein. Marcus couldn't bear the thought of another foster home. All thegood feelings were gone. Replaced by shame, humiliation, depression andall the familiar old bad feelings of having no place to belong. Nofamily. No love. He had thought about killing himself, running. Perhaps now it was time to properly listen.I turned, my eyes fixed firmly to the floor. Shame thundered through my bones. A tear fell to the floor on his shadow, pooling waiting for the stream to follow. The game was definitely up. I dared not answer.He crossed the space between us. I wanted to run. Fear had now bolted my feet firmly to the floor. Quickly I tried to think of the possible outcomes. I lie and say it wasn’t me who wrote it. I lie and say it was make believe. I plead for. She shifted her bum the better to accommodate me. I slid my middle finger in as well and began to slide them in and out, hearing the characteristic slop, slop noise of her wet hole. She was letting out little squeaks and gasps of pleasure. I usually find two fingers is enough to stimulate me, but Abi was so wet that it was easy to slide my ring finger in as well.I began to slap harder into her, my fingers going as deep as they could, stretching up inside. I could feel her vagina stretching. He suddenly dropped down onto both knees and reached out his free hand. He spread the fingers under her slitty and got his hand all wet with her piss. Then he laughingly rubbed that pissy juice all over his now hardening member as she reddened. "Pretty nasty, right?" He laughed again as he was shaking his cock of its remaining droplets. She whimpered softly then reached out to touch him. Running her fingers over his thickness. His hands gently took her head, caressing her shoulder-length hair,.