He almost always went straight to his bedroom and closed the door. It turned me on to think that my stepson was in there playing with himself. It real...y turned me on.One afternoon I was home alone. Bobby was at baseball practice and his mother, of course, was at work. I knew I was doing the wrong thing, and I felt guilty for it, but I ventured into Bobby’s bedroom. It smelled like an eighteen year old boy’s room: dank, like it needed a deep cleaning, but it also smelled of sex. I looked around. She wasn't wearing a bra, and my suspicion about her nipples being big and brown was confirmed. I was about to lean over and take one of her tits in my mouth to suck, when Dawn said, "This damn steering wheel is in the way. Let's move to the backseat."We all stumbled out of the car, but before we could get back in, Dawn finished removing my jeans. My now fully erect cock was quite obvious in my underwear. I pulled Dawn to me and kissed her deeply, rubbing my steel rod against her stomach. I. John was taking a lot longer to be ready to fire more sperm, so he helped her to several more orgasms before he shot inside her vagina.Maranga was happy. “That is more like it, my love. If only you were here to love me like that every day.”“If only, but if we were together, my other wives would expect to be also, so you would be sharing my efforts. Numa wouldn’t want you to be getting loved every day if she and the others did not do likewise.”They relaxed this time, sated, and lay side by side. Oh, and I hear that Stacey is learning to fly that plane. Pete’s teaching her,” said James.I couldn’t see my Stacey as being in the pilot’s seat of a plane, but apparently as incongruous as such might have seemed she was apparently indeed learning to fly.“Well, good,” I said. “Looking forward to it.” My son-in-law smiled.“You know Dad, it sounds kinda strange hearing you say that,” said James.“I’ll bet,” I said. James smiled again.“But it’s a good kind of strange,” he said, and then he.