They climaxed together a sweaty mass. Lying side by side catching their breath, Chrystal yawned. "I'm going to bed now Daddy." She said kissing him and sliding off the bed. "Night baby girl." Chrystal sat on her bed, picked up her diary and wrote I will be 21 in two weeks time wonder what surprises will happen? To be continued Thanks for reading all comments welcome and suggestions. Should Madison and Harry become a new story!! I was desi sitting at the kitchen table drinking a glass of water and going over my journal when Melanie entered. Less than a couple hours ago, our former foster mother and son relationship evolved into a man and woman union. A union that may have resulted in pregnancy and now we were planning our escape from her husband, Robert. Not really an escape really, as she was not a captive and while adultry wouldn't help her in divorce court, wasn't illegal either. Five years ago, I came to live with the Henson's as their foster child. They came to know of me as I gained local fame for defending myself against an abusive drunk foster dad and complicit mother. While I was little more than a PR opportunity for Robert to increase his social stock value for giving a 'loving' home to a broken youth, I was a indian beloved child to Melanie. Over the years, our bond grew as it was clear we understood each other in ways no one else could. Now, on my 18th birthday, I had been notice by Robert, via Melanie, that I was expected to move out and soon. Melanie tried to argue with Robert to let me stay, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Robert, for his snivelling ways, was no idiot. We knew Robert's jealousy knew no bounds and despite how innocent our bond really was, we decided to keep it from him as best we could, but we failed. He felt threatened by me and given his nature, he had good reason to be. Robert Henson was a little man, but not just in stature, but in character as well. Robert had an inferiority complex and this, more than anything, sabotaged his relationship with his wife, Melanie. He had seen how I grew within their home, not only my body, but my personality. I was becoming everything he hated. At 5' 7" and scrawny, he saw my 6' 3" and broad frame as a physical threat, but he also saw my relationship with Melanie as a psychological one. In his mind, it was like when he was growing up all over again. The big, dumb, jock type was once again stealing the woman he loved away from him and he resented me for it. Until now, he couldn't have been further from the truth. While Melanie was the only person on Earth I did love, it was because she was the first person to relate to me and actually care for me. She made me feel important, like my happiness was vital for her happiness. I simply reciprocated what she gave me and from that we became inseperable. Had Robert just accepted me as a son and saw his wife as she wanted to be seen, all of this could've been avoided, but he didn't. 'Oh great. oooohhhh fuk Kev, I like being your bitch....mmmmmmm fuk....im cumming.. Finally, she pulls out and I turn around, sinking down to the floor, eager to get my salty reward. The door opened. So, he determined that that was what he would do. He chuckled, “Yes, Ma’am.” “That was HOT!” Stacy said. However, she really wants some time with you to fuck you, to suck you, and hopefully, you'll fuck her in the ass as she loves anal sex and your wife told me about your first time with her. It was a Sunday afternoon, exactly a week before the wedding and Laura was called in to work at the last minute (she is a nurse so she gets asked to fill in occasionally. Kate felt uneasy about his eagerness to participate. Mom continued her two-fingered torture until Julia’s calls were shrill with desperation, then Mom snaked her tongue out, wrapped it thrice around Julia’s shaft, and took every inch of the divine canine down her throat. I contemplated a moment... His friends already had the BDSM lifestyle I told those we passed about. I struggled and went “ackkk ak ak ak” I owe you one girl... and it would be indian my pleasure to have you cum all over my face just like sis did. There was no doubt then, that seeing Furia and Eva tickled the homosexual man within me. No matter how much I feared their sizes, nor how much I desi personally disliked Eva, I could not help it! “Ohh-okay,” Kelly mouthed, “How’d… mmm, how’d you get so good at… ahhh, at… this?” There was a confident, even possessive quality in the way he was handling her, somehow making and unmaking her with the luxuriant force of his hands. “I never get tired of watching you suck me, watching my cock slide in and out of your mouth.” If they weren't trying to get her pregnant he would probably focus exclusively on it. She hadn't been with anyone since then because of the trauma, and although I didn't think of it in these terms at the time I'm sure that she had some PTSD. 'Cuz it's all my husband's fault really . He's the one that put you and me up to all this." She only wore a long t-shirt and sneakers as he found out when she hitched up the shirt and placed his right hand onto her baby bare cunt, enticing his fingers into her pre-masturbated fuck hole. “No thanks, quite happy taking pics ...and tossing myself. “It was nice meeting you sweet little Cassie.” He said and kissed my cheek. When she extracted it, she put it in her mouth and sucked it clean. “No,” Katy simply said, and pinched Liz’s nipples between the thumb and forefinger of either hand.