Foster dad

Well, it’s been awhile since I wrote, so I thought it was time. I get a lot of satisfaction from hearing from all of you guys and girls that seem to enjoy some of my wild exploits. I never intended to write about all of them but I tried it and I really get off on telling my secrets.
A few of you have left me messages and asked me about some of my most memorable fucks. The one’s that really stick out in my head. There’s so many. I have to admit that I love to get fucked. But there are a few that I tend to think back on more than others. Mostly the times when I was younger.
I guess that I was about fifteen or sixteen when this particular incident happened. I had grown up in a lot of different foster homes and had a lot of foster “Dads”. Some were alright and some weren’t.
Anyway, I had ended up in this home that was very religious. I don’t know why but white religious families always wanted to take in the poor Native American girl. They were O.K. though. I had been through it before and besides, maybe I could teach them something?
My “dad” was about fifty. He was big and kind of quiet. Most of his spare time he spent in garage working on cars or whatever. Most of the time I think that he just wanted to get away from everyone. Especially his wife. She was pretty uptight. I don’t know if she was jealous or what but she always seemed to keep him from interacting with me. When she was gone for any period of time though, he was always very nice. I sort of felt sorry for him I guess.
Eventually it became a game between him and I. We would roll our eyes behind her back when she wasn’t looking or he would sneak me a look because he knew that I understood how she was.
I had already been sexually active for some time by now and I’m pretty sure that “dad” knew that. Of course the subject of sex was never talked about. I was supposed to be a good church going girl, even if we all knew better.
At first it started out kind of innocent. There was a sexual tension when he would hug me. And I have to admit, it was probably me causing it. I would hold the hugs maybe a little bit longer or harder. I knew that he had noticed but he would never act on it.