And then she stunned me."Take off your shorts. Please." Sierra said.And, God help me, I didn't even hesitate. I reached down and took them off. And I ...tood there, naked, in front of my sixteen-year-old step-daughter.Siera walked up closer to me. And without a word, I pulled her next to me. She looked up into my face. I leaned down.And I softly slid my tongue inside her mouth, pressing my tongue against hers, my mouth against hers, and I started kissing her.And I felt my dick growing harder. I. I jumped up and yanked my nightgown over my head. My grandfatherlet out a groan as he looked at my body only a foot away from him.In fact, considering that he was sitting in his easy chair, my youngpussy was only a foot away from his eyes. Add to that the fact thatit was beautifully shaved, with my clit peeking out. "Oh my God," he croaked. "What am I going to do with you?" I smiled a big smile. "If you really do think I'm beautiful you cantouch me all you want grampa." He reached. .. a buck a foot a week.The new bartender was a woman.Oh ... I didn’t get my slip back. One hundred vs sixty five. I was on the chain. $25 a week or a hundred a month. Cheap ... but damned inconvenient. I had to go to the university every day. That meant the dinghy ... and the Yamaha outboard that had never given me a lick of trouble ... until now.Now ... I didn’t have time to fix it. Part of my doctorate was teaching basic algebra to older young adults. You can imagine... “Hey, kid. You. ‘What do you think, Margie?’ Dianne seductively asked. ‘Dianne, stop… Michael doesn’t know…’ ‘Michael, sometimes Margie and I like to have fun together,’ Dianne said matter of factly. ‘There, he does now!’ ‘Dianne…’ Margie exclaimed. ‘You mean…you…two? Oh, I’m feeling a bit light headed!’ I said as I placed my hand on my forehead. ‘You’re serious?’ I asked next. ‘Yes, we’re not real fond of men these days, well, except for you, Michael, you’re different,’ Dianne explained. ‘That’s so fucking.