Was I really starting to think of her as if she was a normal girl and not just my step sister? When we arrived home I had my hands full with my new it...ms and I couldn't reach into my pocket to get the house keys! Abbie with out missing a beat reached into my pocket and trying to find the keys was rubbing me the right way because I stared to feel myself start to get hard. While she fumbled around in my pocket. she grabbed the keys and stuck them into the door ah just in time as I dropped my bags. It is approximately 2 inches long, 2 in. wide, and 2 in. deep forming a perfect cube. You don’t know who it is from since the brown cardboard has no type of identifying marks or writing. Now your curiosity is piqued and you lift open the flaps that make up the top of the box revealing to you a small red ball that fills the box. Laughing a bit that so trivial a thing was even worth someone sending you reach in and pull the ball out holding it in the palm of your hand. A few seconds later you. “How about mixing Daddy another drink?” He held up his glass and clinked the ice around. She lingered, grinning. 'God don’t kiss me again, please don't,' he thinks. He was one hundred percent sure she had felt his swelling penis by now, it was too big and he could feel it against her pubic bone. “Ok, Daddy!” She pranced off, seeming excited, too excited for simply hearing him say she’s beautiful for the seven millionth time. She slinked back across the room, somehow sexy even in. I noticed your wedding band. Your rings, your clothing, classy. I became self-conscious, my face, my look, my body. I flexed almost involuntarily, and then looked up. Now your eyes were in a magazine, but you felt mine all over you…your curves, full breasts, big ass. I liked your nose, your cheekbones clean hair. I waited, you would not look up. I sent you a message, telepathic, unable to block it…’Baby would I like to fuck you deep!’ I looked down again, attempting to read, feeling my.