She had a new poster, a picture of what she’d recently decided she wanted to be when she grew up. She wanted to ride horses, to jump them and go to ...he Olympics. And he planned to help her dream, starting with the pony that he had gotten her for Christmas. He pulled back the covers before gently dropping her into them, retrieving Amber and setting the brush on the dresser. Amber went under the covers next to Katie. He pushed Katie’s curly burnished tresses from her small face. ‘Katie, I’d. .." A thought flashed in her mind suddenly at what her girlfriend called them: They always called them 'dicks'. But her girlfriends also had a word that they reserved 'for the really big ones'... They called the big ones "COCKS". And she knew that this was a cock.She gave his hungry prick a delicate squeeze, soliciting a throaty groan out of him. He gasped in pleasure. Noticing this, she squeezed it softly again, suddenly fascinated. Another desperate groan. Sliding her hands up an inch, she. Our weekend would go on as planned but helping her was something we just did. We arrived at the cabin and started to settle in. The three of us making and having a good dinner and drinking a great red wine late into the night. When Theresa headed off to bed Gracie and I began kissing and pretty soon we were sucking each others snatches and fucking up a storm. I was pounding her hard like she loves it with the 12 inch strap on when I looked up and noticed we had a spy. Theresa was watching from. I looked at my alarm clock. It was 6:30 am. Weird, I normally woke up at 7:00. Next to my clock on my nightstand was a family photo. I was a bastard child with a stepmom and a stepsister. My dad married a few years ago and they had been living with us ever since.My stepmother Mary was an attractive 32-year-old woman, who had one daughter from a teenage pregnancy and I was pretty sure was a gold digger, though I had nothing to back it up. It was just a feeling. She married my dad when she was 25.