Without waiting anymore, I walked towards my stepdaughter’s room with some justifiable temper.I held the handle and opened the door impatiently inst...ad of knocking and waiting for her to respond (as usual) or at least knocking before entering (not suitable for a stepfather). What happened next destroyed even the little trust that she had on me.When I entered her room, she was bending over pulling her white cotton underwear down. She saw me staring at the sight of her plump backside. I was. 'I want to touch it', I said as I reached in and took him in my hand, the towel dropping to the floor around his ankles.I looked at his face but his eyes were closed, as my hand slid along his shaft and my fingers tickled the bulbous head, now a deep purplish colour, the thick venous veins pulsing his blood to full erection, as I gripped him tighter in my fist, my hands white against his dark skinned cock.I wanked my daddy and he stood wavering and gasping, his breath was sporadic and his knees. We have to travel during the night to keep up with everyone else who'll be flying. I order her. Canna agrees with reluctance. She wants to all-out run, but she's understood the meaning behind my words. There's hardly a thing that escapes my thoughts that she never hears, so we understand each other to the fullest. She's the only person I trust completely, even more than my grandfather.Canna lowers herself to the ground so I can climb on. I always ride bare-back on her. Let's go then. She says,. I chuckled at this new predicament and brought my hands to his mouth.“Lick your hands clean, good lad. When you are finished, pull up your trousers and get on some armor, as should the rest of my men. We ride out before dawn and take Exeter! They will not see us coming, boys!” I declared, knowing that the chaos in the city and the element of surprise might well suffice to help my bold plan succeed.It was some time around midnight by now, but I had no desire for sleep. I was far too enthused.