A foster kid. Some of the pain she experienced in her unpleasant encounters with strangers who she was thrust into watching them playing fathers and m...thers and doing a bad, sometimes a perverse nasty, sometimes a mean nasty, job of it would flash in her eyes.Maybe my peaceful nature, as lackluster as it may have been, was her bond to me. We were very different. Her difference fascinated me and made me listen. Her thoughts were often challenging. She had the type of paranoia that reminds one of. None of us were particularly attached to anyone else, so it wasn't cheating to sleep with one of the other girls.But Lisa was special. I knew it from the first night. And even in the middle of Saturday's sexfest, the two of us slipped away to be by ourselves. We weren't "together," but we had a connection. And now on Sunday morning she had run from me. The more I thought about it, I figured that the problem wasn't that I'd slept with Trinh. From the way Trinh reacted, she probably thought it. Unless I thought she’d make a good mother or something ... a mother I could love.”That was a lot to chew on and Erica chewed for a while. Bobby sat there and sipped his milk. Seeing him do that made her take a sip of hers too.“Are you saying that you love me?” she asked, her voice full of disbelief.“I must love you,” he said. “At least on some level. I wouldn’t have gone to bed with you if I didn’t.” He frowned. “Like I said, sometimes I don’t understand myself very well.”“No, no, no,” she. She told me to lay down and grabbed the bottle of Jack, opened it and took a swig. I’m not even sure she had swallowed when she went down on me. It wasn’t long at all before I was completely hard again and she expertly deep-throated me - another first - she always had a gag-reflex problem when she tried it before. It was incredible. It was only a minute or two longer when I felt as though I was about to come again so she stopped giving me head and allowed me to eat her pussy which I’ve always.