I remembered my sisters going through a bitchy stage when they hit puberty but they had come out of the other end eventually and we started to get alo...g as a serviceable family unit. Lizzy, if anything, was getting worse. Even her grandparents had disowned her when she repeatedly stole from them. It was down to me. I was the only one who hadn’t given up. The only one who seemed able to put up with the abuse. She was testing me, trying to break me, trying to complete the circle of destruction. I didn’t have the biggest cock in my opinion, but I felt it would be more than satisfactory given the chance to employ it. As I continued to role-play a dream scenario with Marissa, I rubbed myself gently with the bar of soap. After I felt smooth and clean, I continued to rub my cock and balls simultaneously. My mind went back into fantasy-mode.“Oh my god Steve! It’s HUGE!” Music to any man’s ear… “I don’t know if I can take all of it, but I’ll try” I pictured her whisper.As I continued to. A bolt of lightning shot through me. I opened the door and she stepped into the house and just stood there looking at me. I pushed her against the wall and kissed her. She responded with a little moan as her mouth opened for my tongue. She smelled incredible and I knew she was as turned on as I was. This was going to be fun. After several minutes of very deep and very wet kissing we went to the couch. We sat down and I asked if she liked what she saw. "Oh fuck yes, do you? Am I too big?". I. More ice"He cut my face?" I askedSamantha spooned another few chunks of ice in my mouth"Eight stitches across your left cheek. You have a duelling scar. He missed your eye by less than an inch" Would you still marry me now that I'm scarred?" I joked"Are you kidding me? You looked so handsome and dangerous before ... now with that scar? You ... You're so ... I ... I just..."Samantha searched for the right words, Jane spoke up for her"That slapping sound you keep hearing is my mistress' panties.