Abbie received more than a few stares, which she just ignored. I slipped my arm around her waist and she smiled and put hers around mine.“Not embarr...ssed to be seen with me?” she asked quietly.“No, of course not. I don’t have any time for small-minded people. You should know that!”“People are different in different circumstances. Being away from home makes it easy for you not to care, not to mention we weren’t seen in public. It’s different here, in your hometown, in public.”“Just me and 5. I could feel her cold loneliness in my bones. ‘And yes, it was pretty lonely, miserable and all around depressing in that foster care fish tank I ended up in.’ she said, her voice calm but a bit tense ‘We had beds and got clothes and food, but no one saw to our emotional needs, and seeing as there were a lot of broken people living in that big, gray house, there was a definite need for some human compassion and loving care.’ She shook her head slowly and squirmed in her seat, an obvious. I gladly obliged, slowly guiding my stiff dick into her dripping pussy. I leaned forward and sucked on her rock hard nipples, pulling them deep into my mouth. Within a minute of sucking and fucking, she came once more, grinding her pubic bone against my cock. Her husband had found his way back to her mouth and he watched another man fucking his wife -- and she was loving it! The fucking got intense, and she soon as her head slightly off the bed. She leaned back and took her husband's cock in. “Can’t say,” Kevin grinned. “But I’ve got to go pack.”“How long?” Shayla wanted to know.“Two, maybe three days,” Kevin said.“Suits?” Shayla asked as she rose from the table. “One,” Kevin said. “Couple of Polo shirts and khaki trousers. Undies and toiletries. I’ll be wearing their provided jumpsuits most of the time.”“Okay,” Shayla said. “I’ll help you. Jason, you entertain Susanna.”Kevin and Shayla left toward the back of the house.Susanna looked at Jason. “That’s unfortunate,” she said,.