.”“What do you mean?”“You have taken away from me the only father I have ever known, but you have given me so much more...”“Baby... how?�...“Sam Jackson is my father. He will shortly become my legal father. Sam has shown me all I need to accomplish that.”“Sammy, you mean your dad...”“You mean your husband? Yes. He is not my dad. He never was...”Sammy leaned in very close to her mother's face, she gently kissed her on the lips.“Do you know what Sam had planned for you tonight? He was planning on. ..not that I would try to escape....but squirm for him ? Most enthusiastically. And it was so fucking good to hear him say "Daddie". I'd put a beautiful "Boy Crush" disk on the TV for background, - a touch of the Kyler Moss's is always good for the spunk machine, - then lay on the table so that he could walk around me and flog from every angle, straight up and down and in the crack of my arse, left to right, at this angle and that, - all across my back and bum and thighs......the 15-strand. Just recently, her son, the firstborn Rohan went to school, and now he was a young man, he was already a month 17. “Quite a grown man,” she often caught myself thinking, when involuntarily treated his young, strong body coming out of the bath in the morning or just passing by her frank, issuing all secret trunks son, but then, remembering himself shyly looked away. And today it still is not home, but already half of 11. “Yes, okay, he’s at a birthday party of a friend. Tomorrow, Saturday, we. There's Frank's house."Betty released her breast and Stacy tried to control her breathing. In short order, her nervousness had vanished to be replaced by overpowering lust. Stacy had always had a sort of sideways appreciation for the sexuality of other women. She was not attracted to them directly but the sight of beautiful women had always led Stacy to imagine how a man would react to them. In that way, she had sometimes, under the right circumstances, become aroused by the sight of other.