Evelyn Lin - My Favorite Babysitters 15 - Scene 4 - Notorious

As I lie here on my deathbed, awaiting the inevitable, I'd like to share with you my life story. To me, it is an extraordinary tale, but alas, that is my personal opinion. 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 unfortunately, I would never come to live with any of them. Instead, I ended teenager up in homes where I was viewed as nothing more than a 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 pussy 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 shaved quite fit 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. I spent the next six months in a children's wing of a mental clinic under intense scrutiny from the medical staff and psychologists to determine if there was any lasting mental damage to me. As I said, I was far more intelligent than my years would suggest and knew that the only way out was to play along with the clinic. I had been tested way above board on their evaluations and was eventually cleared to leave. Because I was a ward of the state at this point, the clinic had final say pigtails on where I would end up and they placed had placed me with the Hensons. Robert and Melanie Henson were skinny a young couple, Robert 31 and Melanie 27, who had failed at having children of their own and decided on foster care. They had heard about me from the media surrounding my abusive home and actively sought me out to care for. Robert was an activist lawyer and Melanie was a certified teacher, but had quit to pursue a career in aerobics instruction. Since I'd be living with a professional family and essentially a stay-at-home foster mother, the state awarded custody of me to the Hensons. She used a combination teenager of vinegar and water then poured several gallons of water over my body to rinse me clean. She offered that I could be the ‘naughty priest’. Madison walked over to us and got back down on her knees. It took a little more cajoling, but eventually Sami and I gave in, and separated from our parents. The feeling was fantastic and I was disappointed when Jon pulled it skinny off. It was then that I realised that my short dress had ridden up and my backside was nearly on view. I need to get ready to go tomorrow morning. “Fine..” I replied putting the baggie of pills in my pocket as my sister's name shaved quickly entered my mind. "Master has played pigtails with someone." “Haven’t you played with yourself?” She looked at me confused then shook her head no, “I never knew how but I’ve put my finger in it.” I smiled and continued. Everything that made me so angry, just… It all just faded away.” Niky smiled more saying, “Yesssss.” Someone to enjoy. "Look, Walter. I nodded. “Good morning,” I say to her. He could still feel her pussy quivering around his massive mountain of cock. "Yes, I promise!" “A playground. pussy “Well, what the heck is it?” I queried. “Hey, you.” As he saw wide eyed, Rohit spreading his Mom’s cunt lips and shoving and burying his cock in her cunt in one stroke, he lost control.