" I don't understand," Don puzzled. "He told me when he left that he was going out with a prime young piece he'd met the other day. A girl named Cathy...all legs and ass and-" And my daughter, goddamn it!" Gwen shouted."Her name's Susan," Don protested. "Little Susie. We named her after my mother." Her name is Susan Catherine, you blockhead, and you may have recalled her as little Susie all these years, but if you think I wanted anything to remind me of your mother-" We're not going to get. I can completely understand why people don’t talk about it, I didn’t until recently. That was just to one person. I had felt I would tell at some point but it just happened and I don’t regret admitting to it one bit. But I think that’s more down to him than me. To be honest, I feel like a bit of a fraud writing this. I know that there are people out there that were affected by this much worse than I was and hurt themselves in more serious ways than myself. What I went through is nothing. Jim's stiff prick was rubbing up and down from her dark cunt-bush to her tits, laying a slimy trail of pre-cum on her smooth creamy skin.Marcy's thighs tensed, rippling with sinew. Then she bounded up like a pole vaulter and locked her legs around his hips. Her knees were hooked over his hip-bones and her ankles were locked behind his ass. Her thighs clamped him in a vise and she clung to his shoulders, her body completely off the floor.Jim held her by the ass, supporting her and lifting her. As her future stepfather, I was outraged that a retail store took advantage of my future stepdaughter by selling her this brief bikini. Ellen should demand a full refund or partial compensation in the form of a discount, as her bikini bottom covered even less of her beautiful ass cheeks than her top barely covered her firm, round breasts, shame on them for being so greedy to make a bikini with so little material. Only, as her mother’s boyfriend, I was excitedly happy, ecstatic actually, that a.