"Well, I want her to be happy. Don't you?" Well, yeah, Dad, but what are you doing in my room? Why were you holding your thing, and why was my shirt p...lled up?" Um ... I'm glad you asked that sweetheart. You see, well, er ... you know about men and women, right?" Yeah, I'm not a kid, you know. We had that all in school, and I watch cable! And I know a stepfather isn't s'posed to be creeping around his stepdaughter's room at night!" No, I guess under normal circumstances, he's not. But these. But now it feels like a mockery. On top of everything else, I am self conscious of my smell. There are my clients last night, my sweat from helping with the birth, and the smell of the clients I fingered on my community service shift clinging to my hands. I cannot imagine Gloria picking up Smell of Sex, but she is sitting right next to me. Smell hits right to the emotional centers, right where she’s hurting most.No matter how tawdry and inadequate I feel, I respond when she begins to cry. My. “Look at me.” Eric says in his husky voice. Ashley looks deep into his eyes and then he leans forward and kisses her on the lips. It was soft and Ashley felt a tingling feeling down in her pussy. Eric started to get hard and Ashley put her hand on top of it. She gasped in her head as she felt the size of his cock. She rubbed her hand up and down the length of the whole thing, nine inches she guessed it was. It throbbing in her hand and she felt herself get even wetter. Eric stopped kissing her. "Steve!" she gasped. "I didn't expect you home for hours!" That's obvious," I replied smoothly. "Just who were you expecting, if not I?"Brooke's face quickly reddened as she fought to conceal her emotions. I could almost see the wheels turning as she struggled for a response."Is that why you're home early? Checking up on me, Steve? Afraid I'd get bored with you gone to who knows where all the time? Worried that I'd find someone that appreciated me and could be persuaded to stay close, rather.