With a big fucking hardon inside my underwear.My stepdaughter just sat there on the couch looking. Christina sat there on the couch looking. And then ...y stepdaughter spoke."Can I see it?" she said.I was speechless. Stunned. And I had no idea what the fuck to do. When Christina spoke."Yeah. I wanna see it," she said.Holy Jesus. I had no clue how the fuck to deal with this. I really didn't. I was sitting there in my living room, with two teenage girls, and we were wearing almost nothing. And I. Keeps me this way. Ohh!’ The last half-gasp-half-sob came as if the woman had been startled by the realization, but in a good way. A very, very good way. Julia recognized it as the exact sound she made herself when Mark started fucking her just right. *Useless, cheating bastard.* No time for that right now. Julia walked around the side of the car, keeping her left hand in contact with the roof. She could see the woman’s beautiful round breasts, red in the glow from the rear lights, hard nipples. I held her head tightly against me as I came in her mouth. "Thank you," I smiled as she stood up. "That was for me as much as it was for you," April smiled. "You know what I mean," I smiled. "Yeah, I do," April nodded. "Remember all of this was just fun, no overthinking about what it means and what to do from here." I nodded. "Until I come back." "I might have moved on, but if I haven't then definitely, and if you meet someone you better remember what I taught you," April smiled. April walked. If one can imagine: blood and the scent of a woman together.Peter was thinking these very thoughts as he walked from his office to his home, nearly two miles away, a trip he takes daily without complaint. It gives him time to think. Like today, his thoughts about blood and the scent of a woman. For as long as Peter can remember, he has been fascinated with the workings of female gentalia. Add to that an almost gothic obsession with the colour red and the taste of blood. Please don't wrongly.