I don't know what mine is. I never bothered to go through the ritual," I sighed."A Native American tribal ritual?" Alice asked."No, nothing Native Ame...rican about it. It was a hippy thing involving massive quantities of peyote back in my crunchy granola days when I lived on a commune," I laughed. "I was assigned the radio call sign of Sky-Wolf when I was in the Army Reserve, D Troop, 5th Armored Cavalry. Sky because I was prior service, Air Force, and Wolf because my favorite band was. I was telling myself that as soon as I was out of bed I would go and have a wank to sort this out. I began to remove my hand that was resting on her belly. As soon as I moved though she grabbed it with her own and raised it to her chest between her breasts. Oh crap I’m trapped. She gave a happy little moan and moved her hips. My cock slid deeper into her ass crack. Oh fuck. I was practically chanting to myself. “Don’t cum on her ass. Don’t cum on her ass. Don’t cum on her ass.” The problem. And they did. They did something amazing. They decided to adopt him. My dad went through foster homes when he was a kid. He had a soft spot. I don’t think my mum needed any convincing at all. She already loved Wesley like her own son. It wasn’t exactly a fast process. He did still go to that other foster home for a while as things went through, but it was okay, because I was going to see him again. It’s hard to explain that absolutely explosive excitement when I was 11 years old. My best friend. He drew my panties over my trembling knees, and from there they dropped to my ankles, the softness and warmth of my crotch imparting my heat on my naked feet, I watched with a semi deliriousness, as he pushed my grey skirt higher up my long thighs, all the way until my cunt could be seen and his eyes started as if transfixed.His hands encircled my buttocks as he drew me towards him, my knees parting as my legs slid either side of him, the cooler air striking my overly sensitive labia, now.