He was a hard worker and family man, always making sure I had everything I needed growing up.My stepsister was Amber, a hotheaded eighteen year old. S...e wasn’t related to me and never pretended to be. Even though we basically grew up together, we never warmed up to each other. Amber stood at five six, with an athletic body, perfect bubble butt, 32D tits she somehow convinced dad to buy her, and blonde hair she dyed at the tips.She went to the same school and grade as me, but thank God we hardly. "You're right," she said with a look that was no longer shy or innocent. "It's really good." Almost unconsciously, I wrapped my thumb and forefinger and took several long, slow strokes. My cock throbbed and twitched. "Is that how a guy does it?" she asked quietly. "How you jerk off?" "Maybe a little more vigorously. But, yeah, the general idea is to stroke it with your fingers." There was a long pause as she seemed to be thinking something over. "Would you do it for me?" she finally asked, her. Cindy just started to gush about him like his shit did not stink.When I talked to a couple of other teachers, they said he was smooth, but as an administrator he was average. He seemed to spend a lot of time pursuing the female teaching staff. It seems he felt if it was female, it was fair game.I met the SOB at the meet and greet dinner dance that the school had each year to introduce the staff, new and old. As he approached our table, I saw the look of a predator when he looked at Cindy. He. "Alison addressed him. "I'll say, especially since you can't go anywhere. And since we're going to have babies. And since Amy is a trained midwife." Oh, really! That could be really important."Amy said, "I'm due first, of course, but hopefully I can teach you two enough of what I know to get us through it alive."Amy had run off with a backpack and a half of stolen food, but it still wouldn't last terribly long. The three of them had to find more. And the first step was for the two women to.