I made you. You are my creation."Gina doesn't get it, so Miss Trant calls me into the cubicle and tells me to tell. Tell what? I ask. Tell everything,...she says. So I tell what I know about it, just like this here. Pretty soon Gina is crying and sobbing and when I finish she looks at Miss Trant and asks, "Why?"Miss Trant gets even madder. She says something like, "Have you forgotten you killed a man, you little slut? And you never even showed remorse!"Gina says, oh, no, Miss Trant, it came out. "Unnnnnhhhhh, yeah, "I'm coming, unnggghhh!" She moaned.With her body jerking like that, there was no way Tim could keep her clit between his lips. He sat up, and he and Bobby watched the pretty older woman coming. Thick cream poured from her cunt and flooded down her ass crack. Her big tits wobbled like jello. She was coming very hard, and it was nearly a full minute before she finally went still and panting."Ohhhh, my God, that was good," she sighed.Bobby turned to Tim. "Let me try doing that. ” Gwen began to shift herself to get up, and I held her right hand. It was moist. I looked up at her, my face well lit by the hall light, and said, “Show me how to do what you were doing…please.” Gwen paused. She looked at me and leaned in and kissed my forehead. Then, she sat up and said, “I really can’t do that honey. I am not supposed to.” “Please, I saw what you were doing, and I want to learn how to do it correctly.” Gwen looked away and then back at me and said, I’m not. Mark was great, but no one man was enough for me.I searched the floor of the doorway to the bedroom, but found nothing. The other night I had found a tiny pair of panties in the doorway that had to belong to my cute little step-daughter Jan. They were drenched and smelled wonderfully of musky cunt juice. Reaching into a dresser drawer I found Jan’s panties and brought them to my face. They still smelled deliciously of the teenager cunt juice.I then picked up a wispy, transparent ‘robe’ and.