First I got a little scared.And then got interested. I had one of those early models of pen cameras with me (though it was not allowed to be kept unde... institution law). I put the camera well hidden in a flower tub to shoot what is going on in there (I was actually too scared to knock fearing he might get angry or something). I sneaked out later t and went towards the girl dorm.As expected Smriti was waiting for me. Before we went out she told a bizarre thing. One of her neighboring girl hasn’t. " The three of us returned to the truck with the blanket and box. We now headed towards their home. My home. The only home I'd know for over thirteen years.Of course nobody claimed me, so Ma and Pa Kent (as I call them) raised me as their own. Indeed, I thought that I, Clark Kent, was indeed their son. Until I was fourteen years old, my life with the Kents was rather unremarkable. I was an excellent student, usually getting A's on my report card. Since students were expected to get involved in. The only curse word I ever heard her speak was damn. The only time she exerted herself physically was when she danced. Amber had a passion for dancing and ballet was her favorite. She had been taking dance and ballet classes since she could walk and my God, could she dance. I never saw someone who could dance so gracefully and seductively. Last year at a school dance, one of the nun chaperones had to interrupt her dancing and tell her good girls don’t dance that way. It was not that she. I waited until the guests were thoroughly distracted before I pulled Adam away for another fuck. I told him how my husband never fucked me anymore and that I wanted to make up for lost time, and Adam was more than happy to oblige. We exchanged numbers and Adam and I continued our affair. We met almost daily, in new places each time and trying new things. I’ve had sexual experiences with Adam that I’d only dreamed about, and the thrill of having another man fulfill my base desires never wore.