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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 sucking 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 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 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 blowjob 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 babe 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 and strong. I had worked hard around the Fucking 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 Hardcore 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 on where I would end up and they placed had placed me with the Hensons. Robert and Melanie Henson were 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. While everything seemed perfect on the surface, which it was, at the start, something had changed in me. As I stood over the abusive Frank, pummelling the life from him, I realized how attractive power and control was. I vowed I would never again be at the mercy of anyone else and would strive to ensure that my life was lived on my terms. Naturally, I kept this part of myself hidden from my new fosters and the social workers who would do their regular check-ups, but it was always there and I was always observing, analyzing. There was a subtle movement, a light corn-silk wave, as they turned to look out the passenger window. "I'm sorry, I was just so curious about everything. Bringing my tongue upward, I licked gently through the folds of her sucking twat, savoring her spent sexual energy. My confidence swelled even more. 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A consultant meets a beautiful IT Manager at a conference set up by a company hoping to sell their Warehouse Management system. I savored the sight of my crotch smacking into her rump every time I buried into her. Two hours later I arrived home. He’s been a chef for a little over 30 blowjob years now and has made a great living for himself as he studied in French cuisine and worked in almost every part of the World from New York to Norway. Joe sat Hardcore up looking at Danni and smirked, “Bitch shut the fuck up. SLUT!... My cock was starting to throb again. Then things get a little fast paced. “I will stand as the holy woman.” Arbor said, taking my place on the steps. I think, uhh, can you stop maybe?" You never know if it’s going to be good or bad until you do it,” he continued. Are you ok?" This was in response to another involuntary moan from me. Allie was making me feel all kinds of good. 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