The day slowly crawled further and i waited for something not to happen. She even talked to her parents on phone and i was really terrified that now s...e will say something, but again there were curtains on her intentions. In the afternoon she came to me and had brought cards with her. She asked me to play rummy with her. Even though i don’t like playing cards i had to play with her. Still she was not talking much but now i was getting relaxed with every minute passing by. I started my little. . You're so ... I ... I just..."Samantha searched for the right words, Jane spoke up for her"That slapping sound you keep hearing is my mistress' panties falling to the floor"I looked at Jane and smiled. She wrinkled up her nose and smiled back. "Mine too, she added" Am I under arrest?", I asked jiggling the handcuffs"Technically, yes" but it's a bit complicated. Everyone agrees that what you did was self defense although the District Attorney had a hard time swallowing self defense since you. When she had left home she had white laced nickers on, these were now off and placed in Jason's personal draw to his desk.With the nickers she had placed a note and a round lollipop, the note simply said “You may want to taste me but that’s the only thing you're going to taste that I give you.”Jason didn't come into till late which started to peeve Jane off, by now they would have started the daily ritual of teasing and incessantly touching. She loved his attention, the simple erotic things. I convinced myself that if I did not acknowledge it, I could pretend it was not actually happening. Finally, with the wine's assistance, I drifted off to sleep in the arms of my stepson, his erect penis pressed firmly into my buttocks. It was a wonderfully intimate moment that very few stepmothers will ever enjoy with their stepsons. And I was convinced then, as I am now, up to that point, I had not done anything too terribly wrong; I had committed no sin. Hours later, from a deep sleep, I.