My hands were tied and I was at my wits end. I couldn’t beat Dominique as much as she deserved and I couldn’t put her into foster care either.As a...last resort my sister promised to straighten her out and return her to me in a few months. I had my doubts but I had no other choice but to take her up on her offer. So I dropped Dominique off one day and left.I got monthly reports from my sister saying that Dominique was improving slowly, she had passed step two, or that she was learning. Fairly sexy. The party was in full swing and horny teens were bouncing off the walls, wanting a quick fuck. I had a couple of beers and my mate, Andy, came up to me and lobbed a small box at me, kind of like a cigarette pack. I said, "Andy, mate, I don't do fags." They ain't fags," he replied. "They're something you and your bird will find veeery helpful." I was stunned, to say the least and looked into the box, to find a dozen of Durex’ finest. I said, "Cheers," and went off to find Emma. We. Sure, no problem, " I managed to respond. "Good. I'm just gonna slip my panties aside and climb onto your lap." She tugged aside her white, lacy panties enough to give me a peek at the neatly groomed patch of hair around her tiny little snatch before lowering herself onto my turgid tool. It felt even better than it looked, slippery and warm, pulsing with a form of lustful abandon that seemed alien to me. She let out a little gasp, wiggled down harder, then began riding me in earnest; a slight. His hands remained on me, tracing the curve along my side from my ribcage to my hips, making it hard for me to stand, distracting my brain from the words I’d worked so hard to form. “You realize we’re beginning an intricate dance that only has one end?” I asked, attempting to gain back both my breath and my mental function. “And that one end is where your hips dissolve into nothing?” he asked with a chuckle. “Well...” I let out a breathy giggle. “I would’ve put it more… eloquently.” “So how.