Her arms and legs entangledthemselves around my thrusting ass. She grabbed my faceand kissed me with a deep, sweet, wet, scented kiss.The murmurs, gro...ns, panting all covered over andignored the phone ringing across the room. I am fuckingmy step-daughter. Is that incest? Do those thoughtshave anything to do with my perverse appreciation ofher whispers in my ear of that sweet little-girl-like,“Oh daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddieeeeeeeeeeee.”As we lay locked in each others. I hate them all. Myself not least.Then there's the entrance, with its doormen and luxurious red carpeting, and the elegant table with the gilt-lettered parchment, Mr. and Mrs. Joshua Plantagenet. I'm just Mrs. Him.The wine is typical-- the best doesn't get any better if you've had it seven times in the last year-- and the conversation doubly so. This is all building to a fever pitch for me, and with a fixed smile I excuse myself to powder my nose ... and head instead for the exit. My head is. I looked her over slowly and noted her high firm breasts, flat stomach rounded hips and great legs and said, "I love what I see."Carla walked slowly to me and put her arms around my neck and pulled my mouth to hers and pushed her tongue into my mouth. The kissed lasted about thirty seconds and then Carla pulled away and moved toward the bed.This girl really knew how to move. There was sensuality to her movements that would have made my cock hard if it wasn't already trying to burst out of my. The urinals in the alley were those long floor length types with no wallbetween them. It was typical for anyone who has had a few beers to stand abit further away from the urinal and I could get quite a show. I was reallyinto watching uncut men piss. The way they held their cock, some would skinit back, others would let is splash through the hose, others would just letit hang and drain.This particular night I was watching a team called the "Sonny's Bar &Grille". This team was made up of five.