It felt strangely "good" plus "Daddy" wouldn't do anything "bad". After what seemed like forever, Daddy stopped pressing and relaxed. I felt really we... down there like I peed on myself. He picked me up, kissed my cheek and carried me up to my room, nothing more happened that night. But again I was a very high kid. This same routine went on for about three weeks, with each grinding session getting longer and longer. The longer the session, the more weed we smoked. As time went on, my stepdaddy. Uska figure 34-28-36 hai. Uski gaand pe to main fida tha. Jab bhi woh chalati thi, main to uski gaand ko hi ghoorata rahta tha.Un dino meri holidays chal rahi thi. Ek din achanak se mami ne meri maa ko call kiya. Phir maa ne mujhe station jaane ke liye kaha, kyunki woh akelli aayi thi. Meri to khushi ka thikana nahi raha. Jaldi se maine mera leather jacket pehana aur nikal pada station ki or. Station pe jaane main mami ja wait karne laga. Tabhi maine ek jor ki aawaj suni,koi mujhe pukar raha. School had just let out for the summer. My friends and I would go to the public pool and check out all the girls and women and then I would go home and lock myself in the bathroom and jackoff while pretending one of those women was taking my load in her mouth or pussy. On this day I had lifted one of my dad's fuck mags and had it open to a very attractive woman's picture. She had huge tits and was holding her pussy open. I was stroking my pecker for all it was worth when my mom opened the door. The other girls were making eyes at him, not that she could blame them. He had taken to wearing the jumpsuits from the replicator, and if any guy could pull off looking good in one, he sure did. So far, she hadn’t seen him pick any of the other girls out for special attention. He was always polite but treated them equally.She thought of his younger brother Brad. He was damn near as hunky as his older brother. Brad wore the jumpsuits too. He wasn’t as tall yet, and he was slightly wider in.