Elaine would hear the screen door slam behind her and look up and wave. I would smile and wave back, and Elaine would return to her play. I would sit ...t the table, at one of the plastic chairs, and just open my senses.We had listened to the piano concertos together, me on my porch with my coffee, Tim in his kitchen with his rosemary foccaccia. We had enjoyed a sampling of the symphonies — the 33rd with its clever little ending that had matched so perfectly the sound of Tim closing the oven door. After all, what harm was in chatting? I had been separated from my husband for more than two months, however still wasn’t planning to date anyone for at least a year. I really wanted my divorce to be final and to be completely free. Although with kids one is never entirely free. I had planned to spend that year reevaluating my life and reconnecting with the kids. I was a free woman and surely I did not need a man. I was quite adept at masturbating, and if the need really arose, I could easily. My foster mother then slipped her hand inside my shorts, gripped my hard teen shaft tightly and began to jerk my length, and I instantly began to groan."Oh god, that's nice!" I groaned."You like that?" asked Donna"Yes! Yes!" I replied eagerly."You want more? More like what me and your foster sister gave you, on your first day here?" she then asked."Yes! oh god yes!" I groaned excitedly as she continued to stroke my cock."Good" she then said, before she let go of my cock, stood up, and turned to. That would be fine. I would appreciate the company.”Jayden and her sister gathered up their books and headed to the door. I was sorry to see them go. But I felt good to know that Avery was returning tomorrow afternoon. We had broken the ice. I was cleaning up when I heard a knock at the door. It was Jayden.“I told Avery that I forgot my text. I really need to get eaten if only for a few minutes.”Jayden removed her panties and sat on the sofa with her legs spread. I was on my knees between her.