’ ‘I’ll bet. And when I do this?’ Suzie gave him a series of quick little squeezes. John stifled a groan. He spread his legs more and scooted ...orward on the seat. ‘Yeah, that’s nice too.’ ‘It’s okay, John. Let it feel nice.’ She stroked his cock steadily with her foot, anchoring her heel against his thigh. She ran her tongue over her lips. ‘Almost mine, aren’t you babe?’ she said. He gave a quiet groan, barely audible over the mambo. ‘Oh, yeah, John. Getting close, aren’t we?’ John nodded. He. ’ I blinked. Holy shit! ‘How in the hell did that happen? In the past six months, two foster teenagers killed themselves by jumping off of buildings, a six year-old thought her foster sister’s cocaine was sugar, and I walked in on a ten-year old who thought a loaded gun was a toy. And those are just my cases. Those were all good kids who had tough breaks. All of them. Why is her case getting attention?’ ‘She’s pretty. And she doesn’t look like the typical foster kid.’ What do you mean? Her eyes. With each skewering inward stroke his long shaftchafed tightly against the erectile little pleasure node of herclitoris, sending electric spasms of pure sexual delight racing thearching length of the young woman's supple spine. Her hips thrashed andflailed about, rotating in a lewd fucking motion of their own whichcomplemented and accentuated Tom Watson's own tempestuous fucking tempo.The big man screwing Melanie's tight little cunt so eagerly was unableto withstand the churning, sucking. He looked so tired and he had such a long day ahead of him tomorrow. She went over to him and wrapped her arms around him. He did the same and kissed her on the neck. Sarah sighed at his touch and buried her face into his shoulder. They stood like this for some time, enjoying the moment, something which they hadn’t shared for a few days. Daniel’s phone rang. He broke away from Sarah to answer it. Sarah went back to sorting out the piles of washing. She listened to the conversation, well.