He could only stay a couple months, but he spared no expense on my recovery or counseling. Nor did he stint on trying to find Jason. Unfortunately, hi... car had seemingly vanished, and other than a single withdrawal from his bank account the morning after I had attacked the Fosters, there was no record of him anywhere. The authorities even added him to the list of missing and possibility enslaved persons they were making using the old computer records of George and Tamara.Yes, I did write. I pulled her to me sitting on my lap with her back to me. I used one hand to caress her breast while I played with her pussy using the other. She moaned as I tweaked her nipple and teased her clit. I ran my finger between her pussy lips which caused her to moan louder. Leslie was really wet. I probed her entrance causing her to spasm and gush her juices onto my hand. I moved her off me and onto her back on the bed. I stood up and removed my clothes. I crawled onto the bed between her legs. I. I was teasing her some more. She started begging, "Please fuck me. Ram that big dick up my tight pussy." I complied and pushed my throbbing member deep inside the wet warm hole in one go. She was really tight and the feeling was awesome. I started fucking her then. In and out, in and out. Slowly at first and then increasing my pace. She was moaning and encouraging me to fuck her even harder. I was doing just that. I didn't even know that I could fuck someone so hard. I can't even describe how. “Ohhh YES! YES!!! Chris!! Make mommy cum!!!” I screamed, with my fingers relentlessly attacking my pussy. My body convulsed violently from the strong orgasm and my legs slowly went limp. As I rode the waves of pleasure, my pussy continued to drip all over Chris’ seat. When my heart rate finally came back to normal, I looked down to see a puddle of myself between my legs and cleaned it up to the best of my ability. Before I left, I took one last look around Chris’ room and knew that I wanted.