“I’m not coming.” “What did we do wrong?” my stepmom asked, suddenly lacking the fury in her voice. “Not much,” I told her. “But I hav... my own life now, my own friends…” I glanced at Anne and gave her hand a squeeze. “...my own love. I’m happy here.” Her shoulders slumped. Perhaps I had been too hard on her. But then, she had always had that commandeering streak that drove me up trees. “Please. Don’t be a stranger.” This wasn’t the over-confident, strict, rule-imposing woman I had known. I. ." Yeah, yeah, you never thought it was possible, and I thought I had gotten over it, too. Until your drunk ass copped a feel last month at Glen's party!" Angie said as she wrapped the towel around her waist. "But let's take a break, have a couple of beers and I'll explain my problem."I watched her body move under the towel as she got the beers from the fridge. Her nipples seemed permanently hard. I followed her to the den as she dropped the towel along the way. We sat down on the couch and I. "Her whole body tensed up. She moaned.I started fucking her, slow and gentle, pulling out until I felt it tug against her anus, then pushing slowly in. Each time I pushed, she grabbed the sheets with her hands and tensed her whole body. Each time I pulled, she relaxed and cooed.I was amazed. My pussy was dripping wet, its juices running down my leg -- literally. I pinched my own nipples through my blouse and bra, pulling on my piercings. I wanted to fucking cum so bad. I wanted her to cum even. Helooked around and saw a simple 12 by 12 room with a singlebed, TV and drawn curtains. A simple, spartan hotel roomthat he had seen on television a thousand times before butnever stayed in."Who the hell are you?" asked Mike when he saw the middleaged blond man in a three-piece business suit."I'll thank you, sir, not to use that word in my presence.To answer your question, my name is Michael," said theArchangel."Well Michael, my name's Mike," said Mike Lane, trying tomake sense of the.