I looked at his face and his eyes were full of pleasure with me blowing him. I touched his chess, tummy, arms, every part of his body.I was so into hi.... And the fact that he was my stepdad made me more hot.I blew him with the best that I could do. Then I heard him, "baby, don't stop."I knew he was cumming that time, so i did the blowjob much better.He held my head then said "stop!"I don't why he said that, but I guessed that was not the time for him to cum yet.He stood and grabbed my hips, then. Ruth mentioned that once in a while she liked to smoke a joint, but she was not really adept at rolling them; she had in fact burnt her fingers the last time she had tried to do so. Simon cheekily told her that he knew how to roll them, but it had been a long time since he had last done so. Working for a government agency, he was randomly tested from time to time for any presence of drugs in his system. He told her that if she invited him home, he could roll it for her but he would not partake. Well you know," I left off saying. "I mean...don't you?"Obviously my question caught her off guard and by surprise, she stammered as though about to deny that she ever had, or ever did, then thought about it and realized that we'd never really lied to one another about anything before. "Yeah, sometimes I do admittedly, especially in the beginning when Jim and I were just starting to sort of fool around a little. I would find myself getting excited by all the newness and wonder of it, then. He started out slowly from behind, and after a few easy ins and outs, he poured it on, grabbing my hips and gave my pussy a proper pounding. My juices were flowing, drenching his cock and balls. It was wet, slippery sex, the kind that makes me claw the sheets and beg for more. Every nerve in my body tingled from his fucking. He was very physical with me, pinning back my arms, or grabbing my ankles and spreading my legs wide like the wings on an airplane. He was tough and rugged. I was often.