Lush green hills rolled by outside my window. My face was in a blank stare, I stopped crying over foster families, I stop caring where I was, I would ...e an outsider wherever I went. The social worker's car smelled like old granny perfume, the fake leather seats were awkward and squeaked when I moved my left leg. The grouchy man looked at me and sighed, keeping a steady course on the straight road ahead of me, stroking what was left of his greying hair, muttering something about a miscreant. My. Zoe didn’t know what to say: she had never really been with a woman before, and here was someone who had one thing on her mind. Stacey stepped under the spray of water and placed a hand on Zoe’s shoulder. With her other hand she took some soap and began to massage it into Zoe’s shoulders. She moved lower and rubbed her tits, gently massaging the nipples which began to stiffen again. Stacey lowered her head and took each nipple into her mouth, one at a time, back and forth. She then took the. ”“Well, I for one am very grateful to you, Lyndsey, and I am sorry about keep shortening your name, I was so pleased at the result of bringing you that I didn’t think.”“I don’t think my father would approve,” she chuckled, “but I quite like it. No-one else calls me anything but Lyndsey.”“So, providing I watch my Ps, Qs and Lyndsey’s, do you think we can make progress with your father?”“Yes. Let’s do it soon. Are you free next Sunday?”“Yes, all day.”“OK, it’s a date. I’ll call him and make sure. Alyssa was a young eighteen year old college student and was signed up to go to a local high school to be a student teacher and aide a teacher in class. Her first job was assisting Mr. Johnson in his class. Watching from strategicly placed cameras they watched her as Mr. Johnson put her in charge of the class and they sounded the bell and she orgasmed in front of the class. Her cum ran down her legs and whenever she tried to leave they hit her with another orgasm. The class and teacher watched.