A cuddle from Sara, then Peter, a hug from Liina.Richard was home in time for supper; as usual, he broke bread as we began and passed it round... “L...t’s remember Jesus, who, in the night before he died, took bread and broke it, and shared it with his disciples...”(It was an uphill task after we married, to persuade him that it was his role, now, as the head of the household, to break the bread and, at the end of the meal, to bless and pass round the cup, Elijah’s cup. I think he understands,. "Who is it?" I said."It's me Mr. D. I gotta pee" said my step-daughter's friend Tammy."Why didn't you use the bathroom upstairs?" I said."The door was closed. I thought you guys didn't want us to use it, so I came down here," she said.I just shrugged, figuring I was in the shower with the curtain pulled, so it wasn't a big deal. It's not like any of my step-daughter's friends had shown any interest beyond some innocent kissing, a little bit of touching, and a lot of sexual talk."Come on in.. . “Let me help you,” Daniel offered and stood to help her out of the car. Weakly she pulled her feet from the car and tried to stand. Her legs were too weak and shaky to support her and Daniel held her for support. Her skin was damp and sticky and he had to hold his breath to keep from gagging from the stench.A slug-sized glob of cream raced down her inner left thigh, fueled by gravity and the fluidity of semen after it loses its viscosity. The back of her dress was drenched as was the driver’s. We both just lied on the couch hugging each other, and none of us bothered to clean ourselves.She was lying with her head on my chest and my arm wrapped around her. After some time, she kissed me on my lips and said, “I love you, Danish.” She was looking me in the eyes. I could clearly see that she meant what she said. It was not just lust. It was definitely something more.I mean, we always loved and cared for each other. But it was never physical. Now we had crossed that boundary. In.