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He demanded that things be done a certain way, that meals be prepared at certain times and even I even think he decided on her attire. While it was very clear that Melanie was the one who really wanted me as their foster son, it was also very clear that Robert went along with it, because it afforded him the opportunity to virtue signal what a great person he was by taking in the media recognized abused kid. As I said, Melanie wanted me, not for the boost in status, but because she genuinely wanted to give me a good home. She was a pixie of a woman, at 5' 1", beautiful and gentle as they come. She used to be a school teacher and at only 27, quit only after a few year, to pursue a career as an aerobics instructor, or so she says. I feel Robert had a hand in it and demanded she quit teaching so he could keep her at home. He probably allowed her to focus on aerobics, because it kept her fit and sexy, but I knew, and I imagine Melanie knew too, deep inside, that he would never allow her to do so professionally. As I said, Melanie was beautiful. Her devotion to fitness kept her tight and toned, plus with the lack of child-birth, there was no wear tits or tear on her. She had a natural "C" cup, which on her small frame, made them look much bigger and fuller. Being that this was the 80's she naturally had big fluffy hair that would run half way down her back when it was wet. Unlike Robert, with his brown hair and brown eyes, I probably could've passed as Melanie's biological son, since we both had golden blonde hair and blue eyes. Despite how controlling and borderline abusive Robert was to Mel, she did not seem to Hardcore care too much, in fact, she seemed to prefer it. Even if she continued as a teacher or fitness instructor, I doubt she would've made a very good one. Sure, she had the knowledge and the skills to impart what she knew effectively, but she lacked confidence or desire to have to tell others what they need to do. As I grew up, never once did Melanie tell me I had to do anything, instead preferring to either ask if I would mind or just doing it herself. It always amazed me that that woman worked her ass off around the house, yet still found time to exercise, teach me and tend to her husband. As I said before, I was intelligent, but I liked to keep that to myself, preferring to play dumb. I always found it more beneficial to learn about others while giving up little about yourself. By playing dumb, yet being smart, I was always able to get people to reveal more about what and how they think, while keeping that part of myself secret. You'd be surprised just how much information someone is unknowingly willing to offer up when they think you're an idiot. Furthermore, I always kept up a sense of defensiveness and aggressiveness about me. I also discovered that if people viewed me more as a wounded animal, ready to strike if I feel threatened, they would be less apt to dig too deep or get too close. By appearing slow and potentially violent, I was able to move about without interference and dissect nuance in conversation without detection. Because of my "nature", Robert was eager to keep me out of the public eye. He had future plans on public office and didn't need his resident neanderthal stirring up trouble and damaging his image. I was simply there so he could say what a good and caring man he was, but as soon as I turned 18, I was gone. That is why I remained in foster care and never actually adopted. Although he didn't like the idea of his wife being at home with me all day either, he had to make a concession and decided she would homeschool me. Being a teacher herself, he thought it would be good for her to occupy her time, hopefully giving up on the whole aerobics instructor bit and instead, give me an education so I might not be quite the embarrassment he figured I would become. In addition to my general education, Melanie included me in her aerobic workouts, though it was easy to talk her into allowing me to incorporate more weight training into my regimen. While I was never demanding of Melanie, like Robert was, I did make sure to tell her precisely what I wanted. It didn't take long to see that she desired that kind of interaction and providing for those she cared for with exactly what anal they wanted gave her a sense of fulfillment and made her feel good. As we would come to spend so much time together, she became more comfortable to sharing things about herself that Robert never cared to learn. She told me how she and Robert met while she was senior in college. His organization was invited to speak at a conference hosted by one of the student unions. Basically, it was an echo-chamber used to indoctrinate young radicals to continue the fight to disrupt the accomplishments of others rather than go out and earn your keep, but I digress. She black was there at the behest of one of her friends and was immediately taken by the outspoken young man who seemed so confident during his speech that her friend noticed and introduced the two after the event. Melanie hung on every word Robert spoke from then on and followed him around like a puppy until they were married after her big graduation. Anyway, so Jim had brought me a drink. You need to stop all this fighting and stuff because I need you to be responsible. “Well it’s not like you liked it either.” I pointed out. We exist in perfect harmony. I started to panic as my lungs screamed for mercy. Sure, she was smart enough to talk and open cans of food, but you could probably teach a parrot to do the same thing. Ed, her husband, was at work. “What are we doing?” She retorted. She straightens my mussed hair and parts it with her fingers. I could just tell they were J-cups now. Amanda dragged her nails down the boy's back inducing a shiver, all the way down until she had encased his buns in her hands. For the very reason of this gathering being quite “controversial” according to society, there are several security measures that must be put into place, when anyone from the family extends the invitation to a guest. “Well not any more girl.” Luke said, “and you’ve got 2 more Hardcore rounds of it so that you will have had 3 proper gang-bangs before the evening is over.” Priya big :(she replaced madam with priya , I don’t mind because I need a friend during this lonely time ) I don’t know I am not sure . Shyamala : its ok we don’t rush we take it slowly , if you don’t want to advance anal or go further we can stop at anytime you want Julie’s screeching orgasm black reached Liz’s ears and she turned her head toward the place where her daughter was the centerpiece of a sexual feast. To begin with, it was a gentle breeze through the leaves. “Got another kerchief?” she asked. I opened her door and she sprung out of the car, wary of any sign of an imminent checkup. She reached down and felt her panties and they were soaked with her cum. I just want to sleep. “Retribution,” the voice said with a hiss. Nadia looked at Jennifer. He couldn’t do this. Linda howled the whole time since even the lightest touch felt like someone was stoking the fire in her udders. She needs attention.” I turned her around to show her bloodstained blouse. Just some dresses and shoes will do. I held his cum in my mouth even after letting his dick slip out. She bit her tits bottom lip as she looked directly into his eyes and nodded almost imperceptibly.