The mastermind, if you can call them one, is most definitely a member of his or your staff. I presume the staffs are the same."The phone rang. "Hello,... I said."You and the senator's aid take the money to the Lincoln Memorial. I will meet you there." he said."You will have the girl with you?" I asked expecting the lie he told me."I will take you to her," he said."Bullshit," I said. "We both know this about blackmail it's not the girl for you guys. For me it's all about the girl. So you produce. "I'm so sorry."Stepmother? Whoa. This was my stepmother? I leaned back against the door jamb as I processed this information. Dad had remarried? And since she was five months pregnant, and Mom had died 18 months ago, he sure hadn't waited very long, the son of a bitch.Jeanne had finished gathering her stuff, and moved toward the doorway I was standing in. She stopped suddenly, and eyed me with suspicion."I thought you hated that shirt," she said."No, why would you think that?" I asked."'Cause. I went back to my room. As I walked down the long hall way to my door, I saw her standing there, waiting there. I couldn’t believe it. “I told them I was going to take the rest of the week off.” Jasmine said, smiling softly, shyly, beautifully.I held her in my arms and squeezed her. I could smell her perfumed neck and feel her firm body in my hands. I kissed her, saying, “Baby, I missed you!”We kissed, then moved inside the door. Jasmine slid down me and kissed my swelling cock through my swim. I just met her but our photo session was very hot and I must admit, she excited me. Her animation, her raw desire and willingness, aroused me. She bounced down the street, heading to my car, carefree and full of life. I could sense she loved life, loved exposing herself to the world, not caring, never worrying. She lived for the moment and the devil be damned. Frankly, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her jubilance, her sways, her teases. I prayed my asthma wouldn’t slow me down and I was.