I still didn’t get along with my foster families, a kid with lupus will put a strain on any family. Still, I hadn’t understood the consequences un...il I was kicked out of the system. I was feeling pretty sorry for myself and was close to tears when the waitress brought my food. Rose pulled the plate from in front of me and said, ‘Stop blubbering like a child. You made your bed, don’t start complaining that it’s got lumps in it. God gave you a hill to climb, a place where you could stand above. We talked about our families, our grad-school lives--she was also in grad school, for psychiatry--and everything else. The guy next to her slid out of the picture. He sat there drinking, looking not that surprised that she was talking to me. When he went to the restroom I asked her who he was. She said he was a friend of hers. They'd just seen the Amy Winehouse documentary in a nearby theater.Her name was Amy. I would learn later that she was thirty-nine, a full ten years older than myself. She. Can I borrow some butter please?" I said."Sure. Hold on just a second" she said with a smile.She turned around and walked into her kitchen. I saw her beautifully shaped body, so perfect; walk through her living room into the kitchen, her beautifully round hips swayed as she glided into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and grabbed a stick of butter from the door and shut the fridge. Turning back to me, she smiled and walked back through the living room, and over to me. She was wearing a black. “Does it turn you on, watching my boyfriend fuck your slut of a wife? What about watching this little tart eating my cunt after you’ve just fucked it? I bet it does!” Kirsty kept up a stream of such filth as we watched my wife getting fucked. Greg might be unimaginative but he did have staying power, I’ll give him that. I could feel myself getting hard again and Dani used my bellend to tease Kirsty’s little pink lips.“Oh no you don’t!” Kirsty exclaimed. “You’re not fucking my pussy without a.