They did not allow her to go out and play on the street with the other children as her mother had done. Her foster-mother's friends did not give her s...eets and tickle her bare legs. They were as stuffy as her foster-mother.Her first foster-parents lasted five years and then were exhausted by her disobedience, rudeness, ill-discipline and complete lack of affection. They had never tried to win it. The next couple lasted six months whereupon the authorities decided that Rosie should go into a. Simon somehow managed to just about Get away with having a raging hard on the whole way through the lesson mainly through wearing his fairly tight cricket jock strap. At the end of the lesson, he called Natalie to one side as she was leaving and asked her to pop back in once school had finished. Like the good student she was she was waiting outside the classroom pretty much as the last lesson was leaving. Simon invited her in before addressing her. 'You're probably wondering why I've asked you. John was rubbing my clit as I felt Phil slipping one of his long fingers into my pussy.“AHhh,” I moaned out as I felt him slip another finger into me.Phil started to take his two fingers in and out of my pussy. John removed his finger from my clit. He used his hands to fish my boobs from my bustier. My tits fell out into the open. John kissed me deep and long with tongue as he played with my nipples.I could feel my pussy getting wetter as Phil fingered it. John reached over and he took a hold. I heard his pants fall. I didn’t want to watch. I didn’t want to let myself know it was real. One last sob rose from my throat as I buried my face in the dirt. When I woke up I would be staring at the scene. A ghost, an essence staring at the girl laying in the dirt. Her dress muddy and torn. Her panties ripped and discarded beside her. Police surrounding her. Putting up that police tape and shaking their heads all the time wondering what kind of person would do this to some poor girl. A.