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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 beloved child to Melanie. Over the years, our bond grew as it was clear we understood each other in ways no one else could. Hardcore 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 teen pleas fell on deaf ears. Robert, for his snivelling ways, was no idiot. We knew Robert's jealousy knew blonde no bounds and despite how innocent our bond really was, we decided to keep it from him as best we blowjob could, but we failed.
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