As he looked at Faith, who was the same age of sixteen, he was happy they were in the same bedroom. She was still breathing heavily. He remembered wha...t his foster mother had told him a year ago. She had taken him into her bedroom and they sat down on the bed. Then she asked him if he knew where babies came from. She asked if any of his friends had talked about it. He was embarrassed. One friend had told him at another foster home that a father peed into the mother and that made a baby. He had. He had flipped through the many pictures. Preparing, he had poured a generous amount of lube into his palm and moaned out loud when his own palm started to stroke. He had stroked to the pictures and stories till his entire arm felt cramped before finally shooting off into his waiting hand. Still it did nothing to tame the lust for her that was raging in his blood.Billy swore and reached for his jeans. He yanked them up over his bare ass. It's this place! Freaking women always running around. "Stop that," you send a slap back that I wave away.I go immediately bold, slipping fingers sideways under the band, pushing under cloth, swirling through the curly hairs. Quickly touching cunt. A finger plowing your furrow. You shift away with a grunt, but then push back.My fingers greasy, the sweat between your thighs, the start of your juices--immediately I've a finger to the knuckle up inside you."What do you think you're doing?" you gasp. "Stop that! We're in public." Look around," I. Some of the guests were dancing in bare feet on the fluffy white carpet to the slow music from the corner and he suspected it was just an excuse to "get the lay of the land" with the spouses of other men. Everyone seemed to be having a happy experience and he tried to lose his unseemly attitude of pending doom. Two servants brought forward a silly device that looked much like the antique "stocks" found in museums and tourist centers for castles and long-closed jails. It was modernistic with.