His legs were spread wide, and between them was a naked girl—it was their step-daughter, Bella. Her back was to Susan, who could see the girl’s he...d bobbing up and down. Susan could hear a slight slurping sound, as she gave her stepfather a blow-job. “What’s going on here?” Susan said with mock-surprise. She wasn’t shocked: Jim had decided to let Bella suck his cock occasionally—she was old enough now, and had been eager to get at her father’s big dick for a long time. Bella pulled her mouth. Charlie returned with a Grande Filter Coffee (Fairtrade, of course) for himself and a glass and a plastic bottle of White Cranberry juice for Jane. He sat down opposite Jane and gingerly sipped from his still-too-hot cup of coffee while regarding her with evident apprehension. How should their conversation proceed? After all their long Facebook chats would it make sense just to make the kind of embarrassing small talk that had blighted the few dates Jane had arranged online? But, thankfully,. It worked better than you'd have thought it would and in another hour we had what seemed almost like a lid we were lifting off a box, albeit it was all rounded. The hollow part was enormous. Of course it was no bigger than the tree, but it was so big from bottom to top.We didn't really have all the honey out either, though we'd thought we must have. The comb wasn't melted on the side that had been away from the hottest part of the fire and I knew that there was probably a quarter as much honey. We drove over to the Ritz Carlton, where there is a restaurant so far out of my price range that I didn’t even know it was there until I started looking for one that might impress Dee Dee. (That’s a bit of an exaggeration. I knew it was there in an intellectual way, I just never considered it as an option before.)The girls sat to my right and left and we shared some small talk as we placed our orders. I ordered a bottle of Mum’s Cordon Rouge, figuring the occasion called for as good a champagne.