What do you want? Before you make a decision, I want you to know that even if you don't want to be adopted, we'd be delighted to be foster parents for...you."I looked over at Lisa and she was grinning ear to ear."I'm sorry, Ruth," I said, "but I'll need to think about this before giving you my answer. Thank you for the offer of being my foster parents. That makes this easier to consider." I'd expect no other answer," the mother said. "In fact, I'd be concerned if you accepted without taking time. Melissa gets all her work done and looks across the room to see is John is done yet but finds him still hard at work. She knows that they have to leave together for safety reasons and knows that she has some time to kill. Her mind starts drifting. She starts to daydream about John walking up behind her to discuss something, they way his breath would feel on the nape of her neck, what it would feel like if he would caress her cheek and kiss her. Without her fully realizing it, her fingers. They spanked her, they pinched her tits. It was when a guy entered a finger in her pussy, she bled. Was she a virgin? I had no idea. I watched them use her as a slut. They forcibly entered her pussy, even popped her anal cherry. At first it was rape, but later she seemed to be enjoying it, i could see her willingly ride them. Her screams turned into moans. I dont know if it was the effect of aphrodisiac or she actually enjoyed it. I was jerking in my room watching her get fucked. I myself had. "I used to have a car," said Charles who was working on the other side of the conveyor belt. He was at least forty years old, so it was perfectly possible that he was telling the truth. "It was a second-hand Chrysler Chipper. It even ran on petrol. You don't get cars like that anymore, at least not those made in the last twenty years or so." Petrol!" Cherry sniffed. "That's not very green, is it? It's worse than fucking diesel. And there aren't many fuel stations where you can buy diesel.