Amanda adjusted her lean against me to get closer and rubbed against me in a way I wish she hadn't. It was cold out and she was clearly just looking f...r warmth. The conversation got silent and I found my imagination taking control of my mind. My cock twitched in my jeans. I tried to act like nothing happened, but she was having none of that."HAHA... you have got to be k**ding me..." Embarrassment ruled my face, and I was speechless. "Guys really are all the same huh...? Don't worry about it, I. I could not believe how exciting it was, to be sitting in front of my teenage foster daughter, both of us in lace and silk panties, and her beginning to dominate me. In hardly any time at all, the inevitable happened and, as my hips lifted off the couch, I squirted my cum into, and through the lace front of her underwear; it covered both my hand and her foot."Now look what you've done... My foot is covered in your slime," she taunted, with a sarcastic grin on her face. "What are you going to do. “Well fed, they are,” she smiled. “Look how fat they’ve gotten!”Many of the patients, those who could still get around enough for such visits, liked to feed the ducks, so much so that it wasn’t that unusual to see them take their time to come peck at the offerings.“Ever eaten duck, Hun?” Mr. Barnes asked, tossing another chunk of bread into the water, this time attracting one of the ducks enough for it to paddle over and dunk its bill to take it in.“Never.”“Delicious. I used to hunt them, back. She had a long, sexy body with very skin and brown hair. Both of them were chatting with each other as I if don’t exist there.I broke into the conversation and told Anushree, “Why don’t you invite Swati for dinner today?” Anushree took me into the corner and whispered in my ear, “She is a school friend of mine she doesn’t know about us.” I said, “She saw us in the mall roaming hand in hand, what now?” She got a little scared.But somehow Anushree gathered the courage and she told Swati.