Then, Patrick stood up in front of me. He grabbed the back of my head and began to fuck my mouth. I could feel him swelling as he paused our movements...while he remained deep in the back of my throat. I could hear his soft moans, followed by his body beginning to shake. I was not letting him cum yet. I grabbed Patrick's hand and placed it where my mouth had just been. "Oh, I love it when you are sloppy with your mouth. You leave my dick so wet," Patrick said to me as I began to move away from. I felt this weird tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach as she got closer to my midsection.She looked up. "You okay?"I nodded.She ran the towel up and dried my stomach, occasionally plucking my belly ring. Then it was over to my each of my arms and then my shoulders and down my back."Take those wet panties and bra off. I'll get you something to wear," she said as she tossed the towel, still sitting on the floor."Aren't you going to get me some clothes?" I asked after several moments. “I remember a lot of laughter in our house, probably that more than anything.”I didn’t want to give them the wrong idea though, “But work too. We all worked in Clive Gilmore’s furniture store.”Rebecca and Rosie nodded, that made sense.“I started there when I was 7 or 8, sweeping the floors, dusting, polishing.”Rosie said, “What was your grandfather like?”A complicated question. Maybe it is for most everyone. “He worked hard, had to. But he ... seemed to enjoy life too. Even after Grandma Cicely. It's not a crime to check me out or fuck me, but it is to me if you do it half-heartedly, though," she made clear before tugging me down with her. "You're my step-son, and we love each other. So, if you still have to treat me as the special fuck I am, got it?" Yes, Lyra, you're beyond special to me, I swear," he told me before kissing me. "I love you so much, if you weren't already married to my dad, I might propose to you." Oh, wow, you're even sweeter than I thought, but thrust that pecker.