Sabrina went on, “And you. You should look for pretty, smart girls with nice, fuckable bodies who like to have fun with guys like you. Girls, for in...tance, like me.” Sabrina let her hand drift over the fly of my pants, gently rubbing her palm over the hardening bulge in my pants.I sighed at the touch of my stepdaughter’s hand, and grinned as my heart rate increased. My right hand dropped from the steering wheel and I lightly rubbed her forearm as she touched my crotch.“Eric,” Sabrina suggested,. She’s my wife. We got married about two weeks ago.”“Holy shi ... holy cow dad. How old is she? Did you knock her up or something?” said Suki.Dad was about to shout back at Suki when Akina placed her hand on his shoulder and quietly said, “First I want to say that your father and I love each other very much and I ... I look forward to getting to know you all. Okay. I am sixteen years old and no I am not pregnant. Not yet anyways. We plan to wait for a while for that.”My dad chuckled nervously,. It’s transmittable. If exposed, you’ll likely get it. Once a white woman sees what she’s been missing her whole life, it’s almost impossible to go back.”“Don’t I know it. Before this, I thought my sex life was satisfying.”“So, does that mean Craig’s not very, uh, gifted down below?” She wiggled her pinkie.“Well, I used to think he was average, but now I’m not sure. I didn’t have much experience before marriage.”“So, like, what?” She held apart her thumb and forefinger. “Six inches?”“More like. . too much information," Sandra blurts. "I mean, your clothing size, not your..." My Big D?" I ask."Yeah." Why do you need them?" I ask."No reason. I just thought we might go out tomorrow night and I want my manto look his best." Your 'man, ' huh?" Yeah." Wait a minute. We're going out for... for my punishment?" I continue in a whisper, just in case someone should be outside my office."Are you saying I can't show you off?" Where would be going?" Just a dance club kind of place," Sandra says. I.