We were now all naked and ready to fuck. April knelt in front of me and started licking on my penis. She didn't try to stick it in her mouth, she just...licked around on it. Katie got on the couch in the position she had been in yesterday, with her ass on the arm. She told me she was ready to take me to get over there and get that fat thing in her cunt. I lined the ole boy up and moistened the head with her pussy juice. I eased it up her love hole and then we started rocking. April was watching. I could tell at times some didn't wear bras, and really didn't seem to care. I'm not sure because of my reputation as a cool laid back step-dad, or because they just didn't give a shit.When my step-daughter had three or four girls over, I could not believe the shit they would talk about. Some of the dirtiest conversations I'd ever heard. Sure, I knew teenage girls would talk openly, and I wasn't by any means a prude. Even being older, I was as open minded or even more than anyone I knew. But. Stoker didn’t write anything else, and Betty doesn’t like anything else Mary Shelley wrote. We share a skeptical liking of Stephen King, but prefer darker, more menacing and atmospheric writing.”“Like yours,” he said.“Exactly. She’s been an invaluable critic. If I ever get published, I’m dedicating the book to her.”“Just for this apartment,” Cheryl said.“True.” She looked at Cheryl. Then at him. He shrugged. Both she and he had been subtly touching. Their excitement growing. For him literally.. .. you’ve never said a bad word about Sam or Max when she wasn’t in the room.”“Who would do that?” Alex seemed aghast.“Girls do,” Max said as she returned. She smiled and hopped over the armrest and dropped down, hard, on Alex’s lap. The blonde groaned while Max and I laughed. “Like, all of them. I thought that’s why you hated high school and band?”“I hated them because no one took anything seriously,” Alex said. “And I felt I had to slack off at some things to fit in, and then I felt bad that.