They had to do something. And they did. They did something amazing. They decided to adopt him. My dad went through foster homes when he was a kid. He ...ad a soft spot. I don’t think my mum needed any convincing at all. She already loved Wesley like her own son. It wasn’t exactly a fast process. He did still go to that other foster home for a while as things went through, but it was okay, because I was going to see him again. It’s hard to explain that absolutely explosive excitement when I was 11. Well, we were ‘touring’. And we were ‘musicians’. But we were never going to make a career of this. We were really just extending our adolescent fantasies of sex, drug and rock’n’roll and to that point we hadn’t fully exhausted our options yet. But we were close, despite some real potential.The tour was planned for thirty-five dates, and we averaged four to five shows per week, which meant a lot of driving. With that kind of itinerary, the sex and drugs took a distant back seat to the. I tilted her head up to me, and said "warm..? let me cool u down k? "I reached for her cold can drink,using my index finger and thumb, I pinched at the cold hard can, till my fingers were now cold to touch. And immediately reached for her potruding nipple.With that, she.... ..she tighten her hands around my shoulder,her body trembles ,she pulls away from my lips,eyes closed she let out a loud sweet moan.I slowly slide my hands from her shoulder to her hand feeling the goosebumps on her fair. You didn’t care, neither did I, that your pussy was just about exposed to the guy on your left. It was obvious that he too was enjoying the show; the large and I mean large bulge in his pants told me that. It certainly needed taking care of, just like your pussy did. I knew that needed taking care of. “Oh fuck yes” was all you could say as you ran your fingers over your own nipples before reaching for your Coors. I watched as you almost drained the contents of the bottle as you quenched your.