“Speaking of sex with straight girls do you know who hit on me this morning?” “Huh?” “Patsy Bennett in 11-F.” “Her? I thought she was Su...y Homemaker. She’s got all those yellow ribbons and such on her car.” “It seems her husband has a two-girl fantasy. Seeing Lisa and I dance together pushed them over the edge.” “What are you going to do about it?” “Nothing. She’s not really into it, and I don’t want to waste a few hours wrestling with some girl who doesn’t want to be there just to please a. I could not believe first of all, that my step-daughter sat on the couch and watched the whole encounter. Second, I could not believe that a sixteen year old black girl let me, a guy in my forties, do the things I'd just done to her. I had taken off all of her clothes, spent the better part of a half hour making out with her, fingering her, playing around with her body, and burying my face between her legs.And it was fucking amazing. I was so turned on, so horny, and I wanted so much more that. Waves of hot pleasure began to roll over his body, starting at the tops of his legs and ending at his forehead. He began to rock his pelvis, forward and backward, being careful not to make too much of a fuss so as not to wake Gretchen.He knew in his imagination that, with his fingers pleasuring Gretchen’s clitoris and G spot, it would not be long before she would turn slightly toward him and reach for his erection. She would stroke him for a little while and mess with his pre-cum. As they each. Knocking three quick taps like always, he let himself inside the old house and followed the sounds of cursing and banging until he came upon the old man in his garage, grumbling at several boxes of junk. He turned his wrinkled face and smiled in delight.“Benjamin!” He greeted, “thank god you’re here!”“Morning Mr Daniels,” Ben took stock of all the boxes, and all scrap metal and machine parts that littered the cramped garage. “What uh, what do you need help with exactly?”The old man waved a.