A Foreign Exchange
In her words: A kind man and his wife has volunteered to take me in for the four years that I'll be attending college, they've got daughter through the same foster care program that I grew up in. I've got to admit, I think the dad, Dan Smith, is super hot. I know a little bit about the family. They live in the country, their adopted daughter, Lexi, is from New York, his wife, Sofi, is originally from the United States. They seem like such nice people, such nice and normal people. My heart feels warm and optimistic to be a part of this family, even though I know it's just temporary. He picked me up from the airport and hugged me warmly, "welcome to our family," he said kindly. I've heard those words so many times before, but this time it felt different. He talked about his wife and his daughter in the car, and I admired how committed he was to his family. Is it strange to say that it turned me on? I've always been turned on by kind people. I love seducing someone kind, and Dan seems like he'd be tough to seduce. I can tell immediately, as with most men, that he wants to fuck me. He glances at my thighs, and during conversation I feel his eyes lower to my lips, my breasts. In his words: Blair is fresh, young, and she has so much energy. My mind keeps dreaming about her looking at me, propping her leg up on the seat of the car, revealing her pink little pussy. I dream that she begs for me to pull over and fuck her. I see her head bobbing up and down in my lap, she gasps for air as she pulls off my throbbing cock, looking to my face for approval. Fuck.. I don't know why I'm dreaming about her. I would never, EVER cheat on my wife. I would never take advantage of a foster girl. I know how vulnerable they can be. Watch the story unfold...