“What do you say, honey? Still hesitant to marry me under those conditions. We could even write special wedding vows, ones that stipulate that it’... either a wife-led marriage, or a Daddy-dominated one, or Mama-controlled one. Take your pick, Linds. I just want to marry you and be your cuckold hubby. What do you say? Besides, this way, you get far easier access to my cache of weed,” Mickey added the sweetener to his proposition.“Daddy will control you, though he might lend you to Mom now and. We started talking more and from normal chat, we diverted to some horny kinky chat and things were going well with the flow.Days passed and we started getting more regular and close to each other by doing Voice chats and sharing pictures without the face. Shared some Nudes as well and then I asked her that why don’t we meet as we are getting close and we know that what we need. Being Shy and little skeptical about things she took time to decide which was OK for me as I was in no hurry.After my. It’s all bullshit I thought, within my eighteen year old mind. As if he’d even be interested in me, even if I wasn’t his stepdaughter (well, his former stepdaughter to be precise). Unfortunately I had to look under the carpet. I was unable to sweep my intimate feelings away. Cal was front and center in my thoughts. Okay so it was Sunday morning early, he was no doubt asleep, yet I could not erase the car trip here and the memories of his slender cock. Staring at me, as he slept close beside me. 'Don't be shy Mr John's', I teased, 'I shan't bite', his swaying notably thickening, as he saw I was looking at it and my lips wetted.He lay face down as I busied myself with my bottle of oil, which I wore on a belt on my trim waist. I took a smallish towel and folded it and placed it atop his pert buttocks, then as an after though lowered it to expose them to me, I wanted to look at his bum as my hands teased and squeezed, inching downwards, making him wonder if I was sexually exciting myself,.