We hailed a cab back to her place. Most nights I see her home, walk her dog and say good night. But tonight felt different to me. In the dimmed back s...at of a 2011 Toyota Camry sedan, I just felt a deep need to be closer with her.In the darkness of the back seat, my hand came to rest on her thigh, just above her naked knee. It was nothing but a gesture of closeness at the time. However, a few blocks later, my palm and fingers ever so noticeable slide barely an inch higher. I kind of expected an. So your putting will have to be put off." She could see the pain in her son's eyes, of not having the immediate gratification he had hoped for, so proud of an A. He had worked so hard for it she was sure. What could she do to make it up to him, for his father's failure to be home to congratulate his son on a job well done. Maybe something appropriate to the course he got the A in. She asked the downcast kid, "What subject did you get the A in, Jeff honey?”“In Health Class, Mom.”“And what. Every now and then he would lift himself up just to see how his dick would get lost between those two mounds of firm meat. He kept spiting saliva in his hand and rubbing it all over his dick to keep it wet, as he would introduce it back between her ass crack. It felt so good that he speeded up his thrusts as he lay on her back humping away. It wasn't going to be long before he came. In one of those movements he clearly felt the head of his cock as it parted her pussy lips. He stopped to think. He had invited two of his friends, Fred Lunsford, and Gene Hoffmann over. They knew that he was sexually abusing his beautiful fifteen-year-old pretty blonde stepdaughter.Sid had even showed them nude photos, and a video clip of young Barbie sucking his cock. They knew he was forcing her to perform lewd sexual acts and had been after him to let them fuck her, and for the pretty young blonde to give them a blowjob. Sid had told them that when Barbie turned sixteen that they could have a go with.