Thanks for an amazing night.” “We could stay and maybe you could talk your stepdaughter in having a little fun with us.” “Okay. I'm sure I'l... be able to persuade her. I'll be right back." I left the men in my room and then walked towards Gina’s room. I knew that Gina was disgusted and needed to know a few things. “Gina, I’m coming in.” My stepmother opened the door and came over to my bed. “I saw what you did with those men. I think Daddy is going to be shocked that you’re such a whore.” . No ware to go and for once I had someone show. No back outs and good could he kiss. So out we walked again. As we approached his car I could see he was tried of driving around. He wanted more of me. He leaned against his car had me stand in front of him. His hands were down my shirt feeling my tits. He was taller then me so he could see my cleavage he kissed my nevk as his hands moved down my sides and then my shirt. He turned me to kiss me as his fingers found my wet clit. His eyes grew wide. They sat down on the bench, side by side and I knelt before them, sucking first one cock then the other. It wasn't long before they had me splayed out on the bench, with Tom’s cock in my mouth while Peter fucked me. One of my favorite things to do is to devour one cock while another cock in my pussy sets the pace. We were good together, the three of us.I came multiple times. Peter fucked me harder and deeper as he watched that cock moving, pulsing, and throbbing in my throat. That has. How do you know what she wants?"Kathleen is in charge of my life, you might say. I like it that way. You'd be sorry if you thought I was a wimp, though. The Gulf War (the first one, I mean) was enough to convince me the Army wasn't going to be my calling, but I did learn some useful skills.I write about some of it. I might not be Tim O'Brien, but I'm not too bad, either. People pay me for my stuff.Kathleen had proposed the terms early in our marriage: "John, you write and I'll run things,.