"Be my guest."Brett stood, bent over a bit, and shuffled off around her to the fence, walking behind it and stopping in his tracks when he saw the gli...tening grass, fresh with the sexy GILF's piss. His cock was in full bloom now as he walked to it, looking behind and around him, before he knelt and bent his face to it. The pungent piss smell was sharp and clear, and his dick felt like it would explode. He inhaled deeply, fisting his cock after pulling it out of his suit, leaning further and now. But I don't know if that's true either. See, the way I see it, I'm using them. The fact that they'll survive and I won't is beside the point. You see, I want to die. Yep, it's true. I want to die. I have no reason to go on living and no one will miss me.My foster parents, yeah right. They'll be happy I'm not eating everything in sight, and they'll probably hope that no one at DCFS catches on so they can keep cashing the check I generate every month. Friends, who would want to be my friend? I. Later that night i planned to go over my friend Girlfriends House. I brought a bag of pot with me so we could smoke when i got there. I wanted to get there soon and i was driving pretty fast when i heard police sirens. I had never been pulled over before and i was very nevous. I turned down my radio which was blaring and pulled over onto the side of the rode. The cop got out and came over to the car and told me to drive down the side road that was near by because he didnt want me pulled over. I told them that Margaret is Janet’s mother. All the guys cupped their hands over their mouths then stated laughing. “You’re a fucking dead man! Haha. But how awesome!” They were right. I drove home. Margaret was in the kitchen fuming and demanded to know what was happening. I told her everything. About Janet doing gangbangs at work. Her promotion. How she was fucking guys before we were married and how we’ve agreed for her to fuck who she wants. Margaret asked if Janet knew about us and the.