” “Wow,” we both laughed. “Well we should get in and see what all the fuss is about,” Rita said. “Not a problem. Your table is the one by ...he window in the fourth row, are you fine to get there or would you like me to escort you there?” “You'd better escort us, I don't wanna get kicked out for sitting at the wrong table,” I said. “Wouldn't be the first time it happened,” he laughed. “Ok, right this way.” He walked us through the crowd of tables until we reached ours, which showed a great view. As such she had much faith on me and depended largely on me for her all decisions, more so after the breakup from her husband. This time I was not willing to leave her. Even after a couple of years of marriage she was just the way she was two years back, slim, fair and the boobs still stood pointed without any support.For a month I only had eyes roaming behind her, trying to sneak in to her chest when she would bent down to pick things etc. But I never got the chance to touch them. Then one day. He didn’t even flinch at holding her hand and she definitely felt that spark with him.But it quickly disappeared when he demanded anal sex. Gretchen had never had anal sex but knew that it probably hurt. A lot. A guy’s cock was big enough when it battered into her dry pussy, it certainly would hurt battering into her rectum. Then he said it out loud, what every one in school felt but none had been grown up enough to admit it. He told her she was ugly, that he didn’t want to look at her face. It was a sound that roamed the mysterious land between pleasure and pain.It startled Matt at first. He almost apologized, but then realized his lower half had a completely different reaction. He was worried she might feel or see his erection growing in his jeans. He considered dismounting his stepsister, but then he also realized that she was still laying there. Her cellphone in both her hands floating a foot above her now pointed nipples and her eyes locked on the phone and not her stepbrother.