It looked like you were out of options. But the minister at the youth mission was able to put you in touch with some foster parents, Rick and Debbie L...rsen. Rick is a counsellor, and Denise is a physiotherapist. The Larsens are highly involved in their church and always wanted to help an "at risk" youth: when they heard about your circumstances, agreed to "adopt" you so you could finish high school. You would be able to live with their family out in the leafy upper class suburb of White Hills. My young penis had that bulge in the shorts straining the thin fabric. “Now put more on your hands and use your open palms on each side down there.” I slid down even with those pretty cheeks. I slowly made circles as Le'Lu asked, her butt rising to meet my palms. “Mmmmm—That feels very good—press with your fingertips and thumbs Danny—they won't break!” Her slick white orbs tightened as my hands explored a woman's body intimately for the first time in my life. Her moans grew louder and her. It didn't feel wrong. It felt right to be on the floor at Sarah's feet. In fact... Betty gathered up her blanket almost before Sarah realized the thought, and she got up and walked over to Sarah's bed. She threw the blanket on the floor by the side of the bed, and lay down on it. "This feels right."Betty couldn't wait anymore. Mere seconds after stretching out on the blanket, she dipped her finger deep into herself as she imagined the days yet to come. She imagined being forced to expose. "Hah! You keep trying, but I'm not buying," she laughed. "Call." She flipped over the third ten. "Tough shit, Jeff." I flipped over my third Queen. Her big eyes bugged out, and then she glared at me. "DAMN it!" she fumed. "I was SURE you had another Jack under there!". That would have given me two pair--a good hand, but not good enough. I grinned. "Another hand?" I asked insinuatingly. "I think I'm far enough in the hole already," she said, still glaring. "In the hole? But that's where I'M.