It was a beautiful evening and in spite of John's passing, I felt good. I'd never before been happy with any of the foster parents I'd had and althoug... they'd all done their best for me, I always felt like an outsider. Here though was different. I felt at home!"This belonged to someone who said he wanted to marry me," she said behind me and I turned to see her standing there smiling at me in just an oversized rugby shirt and trainers. She looked small and somehow vulnerable. Even her breasts. I asked her quietly if still on for it, she laughed, nodded and smiled a massive grin of "oh yes" !We got back and whilst drinking she sat on my lap, her dress rode up her legs. The others I could see were staring right at us !I started kissing her and rubbing her panties which the lads could see, she was getting into it and the thrill of them watching.The slight awkness came to an end when Tool, the most forward and probably the real dirtbag of the lads, stood up and proudly took his skirt off. Work, home, wank, cum. I had a few new favourite cumpilation videos, some lasting over an hour. With these I could really indulge, my left hand stroking and squeezing, my right on the computer mouse, clicking, scrolling for my favourite cumshots, repeating them, pausing for that perfect shot of a cum splattered face eagerly wanting more. This was always my favourite. A thick rope of cum on her face, the desperate look on her face wanting more, wanting it all. Once I had found this perfect shot. And the trust that you can push those limits andnot be chastised. We started kissing when she pushed me away, when I askedwhat that was about she said you'd have to take it fromme. I wanted her tongue in my mouth again, I wanted to feelher warm tongue against mine. But she wouldn’t kiss me, Iwanted her tongue, so I had to force her to kiss me, I grabbedher, moved her head where I wanted it, started to kiss herbut she wouldn’t budge, the nerve. I had to force my way intoher mouth with my tongue,.