Chad hardly reacted. “Thanks,” he said in an almost monotone voice. Then he took a deep breath. “I need to get on the next flight to D.C.”�...�Are you sure?”“What do you expect me to do?” he asked. “Just sit on my ass and do nothing?”“I didn’t say that—”“I’m going to do... well, whatever the fuck I need to. And I’m not exactly going to bellyache about it.”I was silent for a moment. I wanted to tell him that nobody had accused him of bellyaching, and that it was okay to be upset. I also. When he returned with her wine she was sitting on a leather couch. It was the same couch she sat with Andrew and the other time with Charles and Don. She was sitting in his favorite position with one of her legs resting on the floor and the other on the cushion. The effect was stretching the fabric of her slacks taut across her pussy so her mound was clearly visible.He handed her the glass of wine. Lynn leaned forward to accept it, giving her husband a good view down her cleavage. The jump suit. Where his father looked like a lumberjack, Seth was dressed in rugged fashion. He had his father's height but a lean build, lighter hair and complexion with a smoother voice. He could have been mistaken for a college senior with his faded jeans, snug shirt and gelled-back hair, until you looked into his bright blue eyes, his predator eyes. Unlike his father, Seth wasn't very old, only about five years older than me; we'd even dated while I still lived here."Since I'd been fostered with a couple. I took him back to the pool table and he laid on it. When I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants he got concerned. I poured the shot into his belly button and began to lick and suck. James told me he was getting excited. I reached into his pants and pulled out a very hot and hard cock. His cock was dripping with pre-cum. I had to taste him. I sucked his hot wet cock into my mouth. He tasted so good. The pre-cum was flowing from the tip of his cock and his cock got even harder. We noticed.