I will leave it up to you to decide for yourself if my story merits such distinction. As with all stories, deciding on where to begin is most important. While my life, my true life, began on my 18th birthday, I feel I would remiss if I didn't first explain how I came to that point. Who I was following my 18th birthday was not exactly who I was prior, but it helps to know what kind of person I was so you might at least understand the decisions I would make. So I guess I'll start at the very beginning, my birth. I was born in 1974, somewhere in Illinois, and given up for adoption shortly after birth. I had no idea who my birth parents were and the only name I had was David. I spent my first twelve years in and out of foster homes, which eventually led me across the country. I know there are many great foster parents out there, but oriental unfortunately, I would never come to asian live with any of them. Instead, I ended up in homes where I was viewed as nothing more than a teens government check, at best, and a punching bag, at worst. It was in one of these homes that, after a violent clash, that I gained the attention of the local media that would lead me to my "forever" home with Robert and Melanie Henson. I have to admit that I was an anomaly of a child. It was clear to anyone who saw me with other children my age, that I was much bigger, stronger, smarter than my peers. It was clear that I would likely grow into a very large, capable man, but at the time, I was still just a child. A child who stood no chance against the abusive fists of drunken adults, who were too cowardly to deal with their own problems and chose to take it out on me instead. Everything changed when I hit puberty and began my transformation from boy to man. I had always been ahead of the curve, for my age, when it came to development and puberty was no different. By the time I was twelve, I was already 5' 5" and weighed over 130 lbs and showed no signs of slowing down. Although I was still out-sized by my foster dad, I had finally reached my breaking point with the abuse. While foster dad, Frank, was bigger and heavier, he wasn't in very good shape and had relied on his size alone to abuse me. I, on the other hand, had become quite fit japanese and strong. I had worked hard around the house on my chores and had taken religiously to intense physical training as an outlet for my pent-up rage. I beat the man to within an inch of his life that night and was only stopped when the police arrived, called by my foster mother out of fear of what her and her husband had created. Both parents were arrested and I was taken into protective custody. Man, did I have a lot to learn about girls. “Ooh, you're going to make me cum, Becky!” she whimpered. I’m usually pretty good at telling time, but I could japanese have sworn that five minutes were up at least seven times while I was kneeling waiting for that timer to ring. She looked in the mirror, she swore for a second that she could she shadows moving on the other side. “Fuck him harder Sarah. “I’m in charge, and I said to retreat, for fuck’s sake!” It was exquisite and it was mine. It is not like my slutty cunt had not been stretched enough to take her delicate hand. I moaned a little as I undid my fly and zipper and pulled my pants down slightly and pulled my cock out of the hole in the boxer. When I turned back to Kate I saw a smile on her face and 2 hands up her top. The next week was pure torture. “I've heard of this thing. A collective 'Yea' went up and everybody started talking at once. teens Karen hadn't planned on going topless and subsequently hadn't bothered to put sunscreen on her breasts. “Hello, Andy.” It was with an odd sense of relief that she saw Steiner re-enter the garage even though he held a five-tongued whip in one hand and a giant pink vibrator in the other. I chose the lazy option and didn’t make myself cum all day. Sat on his couch and mentioned it was getting late and I would be leaving soon. I had to say, I was pretty impressed with my management skills as both girls took to the routine like ducks to water. The tinkling of a glass breaking on the concrete announced to those who did not see fuckpig coming that something was wrong. More asian to come soon. I found them down in the swimming pool, naked. She giggled, “Okay” and then she hit some more buttons. The dog darted forward, gripping the knee of Sara's jeans with his teeth, and then oriental quickly rolling under Sara's leg, forcing her off her feet. It was going to be a long few hours for Julie. With her left hand, she pressed against my mouth and stuffed the panties back in whenever she thought they might come out. Mom, no...!