I have the house to myself till he comes home, so I can be as loud as I want. I play with my nipples as I rub my clit gently. I’m so wet, and this f...els so good. I hear a noise… I stop and listen for a moment.. nope, it must be my imagination. My bedroom door is open a foot, so I would hear anyone coming in. I grab my glass dildo and suck on the head, and then slide it inside of me. I generally prefer just external stimulation, but I cant stop thinking of my stepson sliding his stiff cock into. Even so, he had thought anxiously about this day for as long as he could remember. He’d had more than his fair share of girls since he moved to Hollywood, but one name was never erased from his mind – Erika. He wondered if she remembered him – his agent thought it was a terrible idea to do a book signing tour in Iceland, but what did he know? He passively drifted through hours at the book store signing copies, but even after the whole day and a lot of advertising, she had not shown up. Was he. What we were gonna do, Ect... I told him the only place I know of is on my hunting lease. I said I’d pick him up and we’ll head up there at dark. I ran home and showered. I gathered up a couple condoms and lube for us. I didn’t know exactly what was going to happen but I knew I wanted to be safe. I grabbed my computer and a couple porn movies and headed to pick him up. All this time, my 4 inch dick was rock hard. I figured it wouldn’t take me long to cum. I pulled up to his house and he was. "Ah, yes." I've always felt that the modern fashion of cladding locomotives in fairings to improve their aerodynamic performance has taken away much of their romance. The enclosed boiler heaters and recycled steam may be cleaner and more efficient but I still recall with nostalgia the clouds of steam shrouding a locomotive as it hauled its way up some bank or other; a sight lost to us today.A waitress appeared. James enquired if I would take tea and I accepted his offer. A further pot, this.