Her big brown eyes were closed and her mouth open as my penis throbbed powerfully and sperm shot deep inside of my stepmother. It was like our bodies ...ad melted together, joining as one quivering organism. I imagined my dad opening the door and beholding the sight of us on his bed. The plump white rump of his beautiful 42-year-old wife humping down onto her teenage stepson. The arch of her back, with her long dark brown hair that my father so dearly loves, gracefully resting on the curve of her. The thing that amazed her most was the way they took it all for granted. I’ll bet America won’t be this grand, she thought. It took the captain three weeks of his leave to get all of her paperwork squared away and even then there would be more in the States. They were checked in to the Filipinas Hotel in downtown Manila. He had one week to spend with her. Then he loaded her on an airliner bound for Seattle. His wife would pick her up at SEA/TAC. He went back to the war. Two years later he was. "Maybe we make with the sex tonight." He turned to Vikki. "You bad girl, you give George and Helena naughty ideas." Then suddenly the laughter disappeared to be replaced by the most gentle of expressions as he reached forward to tug her skirt down to a respectable level, well at least far enough to hide her vagina. "Me serious now." He took her hand and held it in both his big hairy ones. "You look happy now, look good." And suddenly he blushed. "Oh me not mean..." he made a general indication. When I got there I was in for another bigger surprise. Surjeet and Rakesh were both naked on the couch and each had a hold of the others erect cock. Both of them were rock hard and I was getting that way again very quickly. Surjeet asked me to come over, so I went and stood right in front of them and watched as they slowly stroked each other. It dawned on me that I wanted to do it with them. I had a momentary flash that what was happening here was homosexual and that I didn’t want anyone else.