We soaped each other spending far more time than was needed. I was pleased by how much obvious pleasure she took in running her hands over my body. I ...atched her face more than what my own hands were doing. When we got out she wrapped her hair in a towel and we dried each other off. We shared the sink to brush our teeth. I resolved not be such a slob if we shared again when she laughed at the foamy mess I made. ‘Boys!’ she rolled her eyes. ‘You all just don’t know how to suck it up.’ I. Eventually I'm exploring her insides, thrusting more boldly and her moans only invigorate me more. She tells me to stop for a minute to play some music and I oblige. After 20 minutes we're going hard at it. She is moaning at the top of her lungs and I can't get enough of it. We kiss in spurts of passion. But I keep a consistent pace. After we keep this up I start being incredibly aggressive for a first timer, thrusting deep and making her moan uncontrollably. She spreads her legs and I don't. Maybe I should call her sometime, see if she likes grown up women... By the time I was fully awake and dressed, the girls were already in school and would soon be at Janet's home, to do what two teenage girls and their coach do when they are naked in a bed. I silently prayed that Janet used only her body, not a strap-on or other toys. Strange, isn't it, for a mother to allow, even encourage her daughter to be in an older woman's bed, and yet to be concerned about the mechanics of their sex. I. “Is she a good fuck?” she questioned, “you know, responsive, telling you what she likes, does she have a hairy pussy too?” I was getting a little uncomfortable with this line of questioning. I mean, here I was fucking my step daughter in ways I could only have dreamed of, with responses that I never knew women had, and I was really trying to cover my responses to keep this situation from getting out of hand. “Why are we talking about this Christine? We’re taking her to dinner, that’s all, so.