The music went through a climactic few minutes, and then Emily sat up. "Mm, I just love that part," she said dreamily. "What's up?" Recital is set for...April ninth," Sandra said."Cool," Emily said. "Are we eating dinner, tonight, or what?" Let me change," Sandra said. "It's getting cold outside." Good idea," Emily agreed.The girls rummaged through clothes and pulled on long sleeve shirts and jeans. Flesh disappeared under fabric."I'm going to miss summer," Richard said absently as he watched. I could taste her on my lips, her essence smeared on my face.My cock was rock hard, pre-cum seeping and cold in my underwear.As I watched I was only vaguely aware of the weight of my hanging jaw. “Fuck,” I sighed when, in a deliberate move, my step-mother lifted her skirt.“This is yours,” she said with a smirk. “Your father doesn’t seem to be interested any more. Maybe you’d like to use it?”Desire clogged my throat when I nodded. “Mum, do you mean it?” I groaned.My step-mother shrugged and then. " May I go to the mall? Please?" Are you happy with the deal, Susan. Do you think Tommy took advantage of you?" Well, maybe a little, but I don't think you would have gone for the deal if I got away with something, would you?" That's good thinking on your part. No, I probably wouldn't."Tommy, are you satisfied? You know you didn't really gain anything, doing her work this week in addition to your own, for her doing the same for you next week. Are you okay with this?" Sure, Mom. You guys aren't. I want to know her every way that I can. I want to taste every square inch of her sweet little frame. I need to know what she feels like deeper inside, how her sweat and piss and ass taste and feel and smell. I want to hear her scream with lustful agony as I force orgasm after pulsing orgasm into, across and though her body. I’m drunk with desire for her.“Bring your ass up to my face, Babe,” I order her.She does that and I bury my face deep between her cheeks. My lips taste her. I feel my.