However this was the best for my kids.After two weeks I moved into Olga's bedroom and from Olga's bedroom it became our bedroom. The girls and I were ...eveloping a good relationship and I started reading stories to them, and play with them often. I became the good stepfather, as Olga forecast earlier. Olga's daughters became my daughters too.Stacey and Jessica became fond of me quickly, as Olga foresaw. I loved them the same way as my older kids. After my divorce my children came to visit us. It was a funny sight really, the two of us looking like zombies with huge grins on our faces, dancing like idiots around the living room with polish. Things only got better when the chorus hit.We burst out into song, completely forgetting about the polishing and dancing with each other. I was surprised to see that Ryan also new the lyrics. I swayed my hips and helicoptered the cloth in the air whilst Ryan closed his firm arms around my waist and spun me around. “Stop it. I’m getting dizzy.” I. Did you? Hahahaha. Forgive me. Never speak with yer mouth full. Hahahahaha!” They both laughed loudly at their joke. “Yeah, I’ll bet he loves havin our cocks stuffed into his body.” Bill pulled my mouth off his cock. “You like bein our lil bitch Ricky?” Before I could answer, Tom started humping his cock in my asshole. The feeling was indescribable! A few seconds ago I was mortified at being taken so easily. My ego was bruised as I was reduced to a bitch to service these hot horny men. But, as. Taunting him. God, it was wonderful! I came so hard that last time, I thought I was going to just disintegrate.She realized as she made her way home that she could hardly walk. God, I've never been fucked like that in my life! she thought. And I do mean fucked. I feel like a tree trunk has been raping me.For days afterward she felt her body returning to normal. And when the twinges of rawness left her nipples, and her cunt stopped throbbing in memory of its plundering by Rick's monstrous organ,.