We dined out. I got children's plates wherever we went. And we shopped,which was still stultifying as fuck, but when Mrs. Komori found out Iwasn't enj...ying it at all, I was able to guilt her into buying me askimboard. Then I managed to skin my ass on the wet sand- it felt justlike concrete. I would've been uninjured if I'd been wearing sensibleswim trunks instead of that stupid blue bathing suit. I made a mentalnote to ask for board shorts or something.Embarrassment time: tan lines. Sure, I. Leslie dropped to her knees and licked and sucked my dick exactly as I had showed her and asked eagerly, “Can we have intercourse again?” I said, “Sure” and helped her onto my lap and showed her how to ride on a man’s cock, which gave me the opportunity to massage and squeeze and lick and suck her beautiful, natural tits as we fucked again slowly, talking about sex and orgasms and pleasing your partner. Leslie is smart, yet, so dumb. I dispelled some myths for her that night, including ones. It was a very plain room, with a computer desk with the requisite computer and chair. A leather recliner, a leather sofa, and a very large TV on the wall. The TV was clearly on as it was all black but had two white bars indicating something was paused.Frank was sitting on the couch, and he patted it, indicating that he wanted me to come over and sit down. I was a little worried but as I sat down he stood up and moved to the leather recliner that was pointed right toward the couch.“We need to. I reached down and pulled the belt free on her bathrobe. I was able to pull her robe off her shoulders, and it fell down her arms to her waist. I think my step-mom was in shock at what I had done. I reached over with my hand and cupped one of her tits. "Justin, please don't," she said as she contradicted herself by holding my hand against her tit. There was no way I would or even could stop myself. I lowered my face and took a taught nipple into my mouth. My step-mom let out a sigh as I started.