Singleton's office."I would like to take Deanna home with me this weekend if it's okay with you," she asked."That's no problem. It will give her a cha...ce to do what she is required to do," Ms Singleton replied."You mean the sexual intercourse?" asked my mom."Miss Deanna has yet to take that last step," she replied."I'll think of something that will help her in that matter."For the rest of the week I wondered what my step-mom had in mind. I was wearing just a simple sweater, skirt, pantyhose and. Her hands instinctively went to touch them, but I slapped them away.“Not yet,” I commanded, as I focussed on the deep grooves left by the ropes on the tender base of her tits.“Nice,” I commented before adding that I wanted the buttplug left in.Now Sheri, I want to watch you torment your own tits now. As you do so, I want you to focus your gaze on my hard cock, and my hard cock only. I want you to think about it fucking your asshole and filling it full of thick cum. I want you to see the pre-cum. Suddenly she said, “Ok. Ok. Ok.” And she balled up around her hand, her legs coming together and her face leaning in toward her stomach. Stephen had had enough and released himself, barely catching his cum with his Kleenex. He grunted some. He lay there for a minute, and then his senses came back. When he looked over Heather was staring at him with that same smile. “Did you enjoy it?”“Oh yeah,” he said with a deep breath. Looking at her, with a slight sheen on her face, his dick quickly. Suddenly he flipped us over, him on top in a missionary position, arms wrapped around my legs so I am open wide. I could feel his hand on the back of my thighs, playing with my hose and garter straps. His dog tags dangled between us. He pulled back, getting to his knees. Then he pulled my legs from around his waist. He laid one down on the bed and still holding the other he laid my heel covered foot against his chest. “Such pretty shoes baby. When I opened your email this morning all I could.