The fact that they'll survive and I won't is beside the point. You see, I want to die. Yep, it's true. I want to die. I have no reason to go on living...and no one will miss me.My foster parents? Yeah right. They'll be happy I'm not eating everything in sight, and they'll probably hope that no one at DCFS catches on so they can keep cashing the check I generate every month. Friends, who would want to be my friend? I move so much, thanks to DCFS, that making friends is a no win proposition. Now I. ’ With that he leaned down, slipped his hand around Helen’s arm and effortlessly lifted her to her feet. She struggled to pull her arm free, but the guy just leaned down and kissed her, putting both arms around her and grinding her body hard against his. She was struggling to get free but was completely under his control. She tried to put a knee into his groin, but he was ready for her and some one in the crowd just laughed and yelled at him, ‘Go break the little filly in, Chester!’ Knowing. He lives quite far out and it's a long taxi ride -- so long I did end up doing a small amount of piss in my jeans on the way there.He opened the door -- totally naked with a full erection. He's a bit taller than me, uncut but slightly shorter and thicker erect penis that doesn't point up as much as mine does. I was late -- he joked he'd had to masturbate to stay hard enough to hold his piss in -- his penis twitched when I pointed out the damp patch on my jeans. I bit a Viagra tablet in half for. Opening the door he saw a smiling Rachel standing there. She looked good in the back pullover and tan pants she was wearing.She raised one of her hands which was holding a bag that had a McDonald’s logo on it. “I brought some lunch as I want you to have all your strength.” That remark eliminated any doubt he had about what would be happening later with Rachel. He could feel a tingling in his groin.They ate the burger and fries Rachel brought as she presented him with the contract to ceramic.