“Leo, what are you doing?”He looks into my eyes, “Well, to be honest Aimee. You plague my thoughts, when I lay in bed at night your all I think ...bout. I can't stop thinking of you. I fantasize about the way your kisses taste, the way you would feel when I’m inside you, the sensation of your breath on my skin as I’m making love to you. I think about you, this every night.” I closed my eyes as a tingle of arousal runs through my body. I take a deep breath to try to settle my desires. It is so. I moaned with pleasure as I rubbed the dildo against my clitoris and inside my pussy again. I moaned louder. I made myself orgasm five minutes later and my pelvic muscles moved up and down. You'd think I wasn't horny anymore, but I was. I got up and walked into the kitchen and saw a apple pie on the table. I touched it and it was warm. A real dirty thought came to me, but I couldn't help it. I was incredibly horny! I went back into my bedroom and pushed the dildo through one of my big black. With her foster mom watching, I pulled Arlene’s dress over her head and wasn’t surprised to find it was all she wore.“You stink, little girl, and I need to talk to your mother,” I told the now naked Arlene. “Follow the giggles. If your brothers aren’t being tortured in a swimming pool by a group of girls around your ages, they are probably in a pool-like bathtub somewhere covered in bubbles. Have fun. You will have to face the music in a little while.”A swat on Arlene’s bare butt snapped her. I looked like her prostitute mother. Well, maybe not like a prostitute. But I was certainly dressed inappropriately for a visit to the office of a high school.Karen came in as we were finishing up. She inspected us and approved after touching up one of Erin's eyebrows to even them out.I apologized for my earlier outburst.Karen smiled and said, "Don't apologize. It was a sincere expression of the fact that you are aware of what you have been doing wrong and that you want to change. If you.