A short while later he pulled his face from her breasts as he yanked her panties to the side and resumed his manipulations on her bare, pink cunt. Cla...re's hips were thrashing around as she whimpered and moaned throatily. Once his hand was good and soaked, Steve brought his hand up to her face and slid his sticky fingers into her mouth."How's it taste?" he asked as he fingered her mouth smoothly.Claire groaned an approval as she licked his fingers clean."Do you want me to eat your little pussy. ”“I appreciate those statements, Christine, but why tell me?”“Julian, you have always been nice to me. I don’t want you to build something in your mind that isn’t realistic.”“I think I understand. I try to be realistic in my thinking and expectations.” I said it but I didn’t think I would be successful in that try. I had high hopes. It would depend upon what happened in the future.We continued to see each other. Both of us were taking courses this summer. I wasn’t not sure about hers but mine. They don’t fight, take care of each other, do all the cooking, cleaning, washing, home repairs, and even vehicle maintenance. All you do is sit on your ass, drink beer, and berate them for being too perfect. Answer me this, though, why are you risking your life to get back two children you don’t want and are nothing but a burden to you in your mind?”“They are my children, and I can damn well treat them any way I want,” he yelled at me.I smiled as the cop handed me back that foster care provider. But then, as I'd think about it, I'd realize she'd probably scream, and then proceed to beat the shit out of me. And I'd deserve it if she did.Somewhere in amongst all my fantasizing about going to her, I would cum again, and no amount of lust or love or visions of beauty could convince my hand to remain on my cock a second longer, as my post-orgasmic sensitivity had me wanting to look at my dick, to see if it was the piece of raw hamburger it felt like.So I'd finish, collect the towels I'd.