He then ordered me to grab his monster and I did withoutquestion. As I held his dick in my hand it felt weird holding my step-sonsdick let alone anoth...r man's cock in my hand beside my own. I then grabbedit tightly and he said "yes, hold it tight". He then started to buck hiships back and forth. He was fucking my hand. He did this for a while, whenhe stopped looked down at me and said put in your mouth. He then buckedforward and his dick was right by my lips. I did not do it, so he grabbedhis. She was none too keen on this since it was an awkward place to get at, but I insisted.I led her down the long stairway to the marshes. Corn was growing there. Each year the blades pushed their way up to the stage of full corn in the ear, but it was never reaped, a mere travesty of what corn should be. So it fell and died, and next year fresh life reappeared, curiously persistent. The cargo of the Horstfels.Finally at the shingle bank I showed her the skeleton of the Horstfeld, its rusty heavy. She started to sink to her knees and take him in her mouth, but he stopped her, pushing her away. ‘Wouldn’t you like a tour of my new home?’ Jake asked, needing to put the brakes on before he lost control of the situation. He was the one supposed to be using her here, not the other way around. With a look of dismissal, he nodded toward the large picture window. ‘Why don’t you take at look at the view.’ ‘View?’ She followed his gaze toward the window and then looked at him quizzically. ‘OK,’ she. He'd have loved to watch her climax, and often told her so. But really, he didn't mind. You see, once she had lowered herself on his erection... sighing, oohing all the way down, she'd start touching herself with her right hand, massaging his balls with her left.He thought that was pretty much the hottest thing ever!Meanwhile, he'd lubricate her beautiful pink, puckered rosebud of an asshole, working his well-lubed thumb in to the hilt. Tight, hot, soft... and slippery, just the way he liked.