Just another thought. What are your thoughts . . . Ah, my dear, of course! Fostering, I think, would be a much better fit for both us and the young pe...son. Perhaps in their teens already. They may be a bit more of a challenge, behaviorally, but I think we can overcome any obstacle they might choose to throw our way. We could show them how loving people interact with those they love, offer them a secure home and future, and discipline them when needed. I would so look forward to a young person. The taller of the two grabbed my cock, pulled it down hard which made me gasp and he covered my mouth with his. This was looking interesting. Some more guys arrived so they ran over to greet them and I was left alone.I sat down and leaned back and closed my eyes to relax for a minute to get my cock to go down, but with all the bump-n-thump music, men with tiny swim suits, and big bulges, it was near full hard on. I heard some movement and opened my eyes to see some guys taking the chair next. He sucked in his breath, feeling a sudden ache in his loins, a shiver of excitement rippled up his spine.In the car, the sleek weather girl reached over and impulsively squeezed her brother's hand. "Oh, Rudy," she said, breathing heavily. "I shouldn't say this, but I was so afraid I wouldn't see you. All I could think of today was you. I wanted you so much to... make love to me again."An electrifying thrill shot through Rudy. Jesus, she was already begging for it, sitting there beside him. She tilted her head back and drained the glass, then noticed her mother staring at her. "What, Mom?" Oh, it's just that you look so damned cute in that little outfit and downing that wine like it's the nectar of the gods. I could just eat you up."Cindy almost dropped her glass as the warm feeling settled in her stomach and a hot twitch of desire shot up her back. She set the glass down, trembling."Here, let me help you, hon," Sara said, stepping close and steadying her daughter's hand. She.