The door was open Icalled out I heard something so I called out again I heard a voice saying helpme, so being scared I continued inside I followed the...voice and then I saw hima man of about forty with a beard and from the looks a big man of about 250 lbshe was laying on the floor. He said get me my cane I have been robbed andbeaten up so I got him his cane he told me to hold it up high so he could seethat it wasn?t broken and would hold his weight I did and brought it to him Itold him I would. In more ways than one.In the meantime, I had changed into a pair of dress slacks and a dress shirt. In a short while, we headed out the door and into the car. We stopped for a bite to eat at a local diner on the way. It was obvious all eyes were on Marcy as we sat in our booth eating dinner. Yes, my step-sister looked that hot.After dinner we took our time and had dessert and coffee. It was still relatively early by club standards anyway, so we took our time. I was rather enjoying the looks the. .. Oh shit, I’m already fucking him!“C’mon Alan, let’s fuck!” she cried and centering herself just above his rampant pole Kara lowered herself down upon him and started rocking back and forth.“I---I’m gonna cum, but don’t worry, I’ll keep on going and in ten minutes or so I’ll cum again.”“You cum as many times as you want to, Alan; you’re a darling lover.”That said, Kara established a steady rhythm and rode his cock meeting his hip thrusts with her pelvic ones.The bed started to creak with. At college I met Tara, who introduced me to her group of friends who were openly sexual. They talked about who, where and how they liked to fuck. They were so open and confident and I found my sexual libido rising. Within the first six months of knowing these people I was trying new things, fucking new people in new ways. I'd experimented with BDSM, lesbianism, threesomes. I was becoming what some people may call a slut, and loving it. Many people associate sexual exploration, especially in.