Steve Taylor was Fiona's best friend's son and was only a couple of years older than Kelly."Steve Taylor? How long has this been going on?" asked an i...credulous Kelly."About three months, please don't tell your dad," begged Fiona."Shit, three months, how often do you fuck him?" demanded Kelly who was now thinking how she could turn this situation to her advantage."Twice a week, sometimes more," replied Fiona who was close to tears.Steve worked nights so he had his daytime free and Fiona did not. She asked about some of my matches, so I told her about the first big one, the one with Emmett Carstairs (the arrogant prick). I’d since become a much better wrestler, and looked back at that match with a mixture of amusement and fondness. In fact, I really looked forward to wrestling him again. I didn’t know if I could beat him or not, but I vowed that he wouldn’t have the time—or the breath—to taunt me. Gina laughed when I told her about what had been going through my head while he was. "Thank you, Dad, that was awesome to hear, I love you." Love you too, son. Enjoy your life."John started to sob a little along with tears being released. Sarah immediately responded with a hand squeeze before mounting her slut, slowly rubbing her pussy against his cock and balls being careful to avoid penetration. "That feels so good, thank you," spoke John through the tears. He put the phone down.Sarah continued to slowly, rhythmically rub against him."Slut wanna put his dick in me?"He nodded. It’s cold with the window open, but the view is better that way, besides we’re cuddling in a large blanket to keep warm. It’s very romantic.‘You did well, persuading Mom you weren’t well enough to go to the fireworks party, ‘‘I did, didn’t I?’ You give me a kiss on the cheek. ‘The thought of us being alone was a strong motive, although I was worried when she said she’d arrange for Grandad Newman to baby sit us.’‘It’s fortunate he wasn’t available. I hate to share you, Fay.’‘Yes, but it’s not.