“You hungry?” I asked her. “Yep. Ain’t et today hardly.” “You speak English now and then?” She didn’t answer. I drove to a decent plac..., and she said she didn’t want to go in dressed the way she was so I gave her my leather jacket and we found a table, got menus and ordered just like ordinary people except that she was showing about a yard of bare leg. I saw people, mostly men, looking. She ate fast, gobbling down the food and asking for more. I gave her some from my plate, and she was working. " His tent got bigger, and when I gently pulled down his grey briefs, his very large member sprung out. Unlike the young man, his swollen rod certainly was not nervous, and knew exactly what it wanted. And I had the skill to satisfy it."Oooh," I exclaimed, "Very nice." He cracked just a bit of a smile. "I bet that the women love this beautiful big cock when they see it." And it was beautifully shaped and quite substantial. In fact, it would have been too big for my very tight little ass. And yeah, I am a foster host parent. I have lots of short stories to share, let me know if you're interested. Apparently my kind of stories are not allowed. Pity. ;) Here's one that is:Just to give you some idea of what I'm talking about. The other day I met up with a former foster-raised guy who is now in college. We talked about the "good ol' days" and all the things we did as a family together. My former wife was a huge fan of spoiling the c***d and not sparing the rod so to speak. I. Aur fir apni top t-shirt utare ne lagi. T-shirt upar krte hi uski black panty dkhne laga. Me usse dkh ke pagal ho gya vo bikini model lag rhi tho. Mene use apni taraf khich liya vo bhi apni t-shirt utar chuki thi aur ab sirf bra aur panty me khadi thi. Mene apna haath uski panty pe rha uski panty gili thi. Me samajh gya ki vo bhi ready h. Fir mene apna muah uski panty pe rkha aur chatne laga vo hi ab pagal si hone lagi aaa aaaaaahhhh aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh aur mere sir.