Sorry about how I unevenly write, I'm just not used to it, but here we go!I... am adopted, I don't remember when or how I got here but the bomb just d...opped one day for me. My parents called me down and told me one day. I'd say I took it kinda well, I didn't cry or anything, don't even think I felt anything actually... I got numb and just... kept on living. Maybe it's due to the fact that my parents love me so much and that I don't know anything other than them as my parents, but I didn't feel. All this fun came to an abrupt end when in Phuket, well on the beach to be exact, these women approached and asked if I wanted a massage, one was very pretty, but I thought perhaps too young, even though I was sorely tempted, but I agreed to let the older one massage my back and legs, then I was pleasantly surprised when the younger one joined in, and started rubbing close to the edge, her hands touching my balls, under my swimming trunks as she rubbed, much to the amusement of the older one,. My two fingers felt so good, while I fucked myself harder. My stepfather started to face fuck my mouth. “Oh honey, you’re the best cocksucker. Your stepdaddy is coming. Taste my come. Remember the taste as you swallow it down. Fucking hell.” My stepfather came down my throat. His come tasted very salty and nutty tasting. I really did like the taste of it. It wouldn’t be something that I’d forget. “Oh baby, you’re the best. You excite me more then you’ll ever know. I just love you so much.” . He had impatiently listened as his mother droned on about being careful, that he was being trusted, to leave a note if he went anywhere, etc., etc., etc. But her car had just gone out of sight, and he was already headed out the door.The testosterone-fueled teenager did the normal 20 minute bike ride in less than 15 minutes, slowing down only when he turned onto the girl’s street to be sure the driveway was empty. It was.Dropping his bike along the side of the house, he was at the door in a.