She had been cupping my breasts with both hands and removed one to reach for my pussy. I lifted my pelvis off her leg, letting her reach me. Hesitantl..., at first, she touched me. “You’re so wet,” she said. “I know,” I replied. “You're the reason.” She looked down at my hand. “It feels so good. I’m close,” she said, almost whimpering. I plunged two fingers into her, then three, fucking her with my hand, pushing the fleshy part of my palm against her clit with each stroke. Her breathing became. It's ... a bit scary, even with you." Why don't you get into bed and get comfortable? I'll get undressed. And, Susie, you can call a halt, but there may come a point where there's no turning back. Are you really sure?"She didn't answer, but she did get between the sheets. I stripped off and was about to get into bed with her, but had a thought and stopped. "I've got an idea," I said. "I could do with a shower ... why don't you join me?"It's not a great shower as it depends on the height of. ” To this day, it pisses me off when people talk to Jim about me in my presence with the implication that I am not there, I don’t exist, or I am too stupid to answer for myself. “I’ll just have a coke then.” I interjected. I had been drinking all afternoon, still had a nice buzz going from the two margaritas after dinner, so this was not a major problem for me. Next to us, a dancer was in a deep conversation with three college aged kids. She was wearing a shawl, tied at the waist, as a. I put on hand on her back and started to give her a backrub. "You can't keep crying all the time," I told her. "Gwen and I love you, we are all you need now." She stopped her crying and nodded her head "yes". I was looking down at my step-mom's cleavage. She had nice shaped tits, and I swear I saw one of her nipples. I know I shouldn't feel this way, but my cock started getting hard under my shorts. For some unknown reason I wanted to fuck her. I was rubbing my step-mom's back when I lost.