He paused his morose musings as he caught sight of a small glint out of the corner of his bright blue eye. Squatting down, he pulled a mud-caked ring ...rom the creek muck. It looked exactly the right size for his finger. Shrugging, he began to wipe away the grime to get a better look at it. And then a most peculiar thing occurred.The ring began to glow, taking on the angry orange color he associated with molten metal--and yet it was perfectly cool to the touch. A strange iridescent mist curled. The funny thing is, even though I still felt like I had to walk on eggs around Jeff, I would do it again. I loved getting the son of a bitch in trouble. I suppose that I should be grateful to him for giving me so many opportunities.I hope I'm not giving you the wrong impression. I'm certainly no angel. I screw up from time to time. And whenever Jeff finds out about it he makes sure that my parents are made aware of it.But I don't screw up any more than the average kid and I don't have that evil. When the big wedding day came my friend Pete was there in attendance.After Dad and Molly were married by the preacher my friend whispered tome "Dude, your Stepmother is fucking hot. I can't believe a nice pieceof ass like that is going to live in your house!" I quickly looked overmy shoulder in the paranoid fear that one of the wedding guests hadoverheard his uninhibited comment. I kept my voice low and said to him,"Don't talk like that, you will get me into trouble, I don't want Dad tothink I. I knew how Mistress liked me to tongue her, I knew all the little tricks to get her off, I just had to try to ignore the fact that I was getting mouthfuls of creamy thick semen along with her sweet juice. The first time I slurped and got his cum my body wanted to gag but I suppressed that with a shudder. ‘That’s right my little whore, get all that cum out of me. You’re my little cumslut now aren’t you bitch?’ I raised my head long enough to say ‘Yes Mistress,’ before going back on task and.