”The front door opened. Sammi, and Vanessa came in with arms full of baggies. They set them on the counter and then looked at us as we watched them....They read our expressions. Sammi frowned. Vanessa straightened up and stood akimbo. “What happened?” the Therapist asked.I shook my head. “Nothing. We’ve been working on protective spells for me to cast on the apartment.”They studied me for a moment. “Okay,” Vanessa said. Sammi looked like she wanted to ask more questions but Vanessa pushed her. When the tab was full,I scooped the water and poured it on his body. Then i sat on the tub and pulled his wheelchair closer to me. Then i took the soap and began to apply them on his body. At the same time i noticed that his eyes were peeking at my cleavage. Noticing that, i purposely bend my body even lower so that he can have a better look at my boobs. Then his eyes rolled down towards my partially exposed thigh. I must admit, i was turned on by his stare. Having my 18 y.o stepson staring at. My body snaked down until I was almost on my knees in front of her. That was when I turned and licked my lips teasingly at her. It would have been so easy to beg her to take me to the bathroom. I would have begged her to fuck me like a cheap little whore.Moaning slightly, I close my eyes and drop to the floor onto my knees. Cupping my pussy, I feel how damp my barely-there panties are. My fingers are instantly coated with my sweet, sweet honey and I bring them to my lips, painting them with my. I taste you. My hands grip your arms. I touch the place on your shoulder where I know you have a tattoo, although I have still never seen it in person. I look up and you kiss me with such force that I gasp. My toes curl up in my shoes, and I press myself into you. My arms around your neck. A break in the kiss. You disappear again briefly and my shirt is gone. Stomach to stomach, chest to chest, our hearts are trying to break free – beating with such force it’s as if they have fists. They are in.