She had been ecstatic on Amanda’s sixteenth birthday when I chose her. The children grow up not knowing who their birth mothers are because we want ...hem to have a sense of family with the group that is raising them, but the mothers always know their children. They were forbidden from telling them or showing favoritism, but they know. She was so passionate the night I gave her permission to tell Amanda who her birth parents were that I think she cracked my rib.I watched them as they continued to. Being a hero no longer meant anything. In the old days, if a guy was hurt defending his lady's honor he was lauded. Nowadays, you could be beaten or tortured to within an inch of your life and it just meant nothing.I guess telling one more person my story wouldn't make what I'd done any less foolish.The guy shuffled his way over to my bed. I sat up to look at him. He tried to help me sit up."Can we go somewhere out of this room to talk?" I asked.He nodded and looked around. "Let me get your. .. He feel that on his butt. I feel a little embarrassment and let him "free". After some seconds, when we standing up he grab my cock in his arm tightly... I was a little socked but I was really love that! I was thinking many times to have him like my slut... It was the right time!The thoughts were unlimited and really fast! Few seconds after that, he was grabbing my cock, I pull his head close to me and we start kissing, also my other hand was (in same time) on his tight butt...I was playing. I told Jane that I would have to leave town for a few months I told her it was work related. I had just completed my PhD and had got a job writing software, the truth was I could write the software anywhere as long as I had my laptop with me, but Jane didn’t need to know that. Jane said ‘look I will miss you like hell, you know that, as you are the person I confide in most, actually I think of you more like a girlfriend.’ Then she gave me a long hug and having a few inches height advantage in.