"They were willing to help us, but your mother took a dislike to them, saying they were too controlling. Sometimes she wouldn't even let my mother in ...he door. If I wanted to see my parents, I would stop there after work, or just go over on a weekend. This made your mother mad and she called me a mama's boy. At the time we were living with her folks, so I didn't have much say at all."About the time that Vida and I divorced, money came to my folks from my grandmother. Mom sent me to college with. My name is Steven Frankel and I was born to Suzanne and Gary Frankel in June of 1969. I was the oldest of four children, two sisters and one brother. We grew-up outside of Detroit. My father was an exec at one of the big 3 and my mom worked part time doing billing for the family doctor. At 14 I was pretty normal. I was 61. Brown hair and the start of an athletic build. I also started seeing Lisa Cooper. Like me she was 14 and ready to start her freshman year in the fall. There were two. She had taken her blouse off and was wearing a lacy bra. You could feel her nipples through the lace and you caressed her breast as you kissed. You felt me kneel between your legs, and then feel my cock slip slowly in one go deep inside your wet pussy. It took your breath away, and you waited for me to start thrusting in and out, but I didn't. A few seconds passed and then you realised what I was doing. You suddenly felt the most amazing sensations as I began to release a long warm stream of. ” He growled as he pushed forward and entered her, watching his foreskin fold back as her cunt took in his swollen cock head and the first 3 inches of his shaft. Climbing the stairs naked in front of her Step-son Phil, Cindy was consumed with emotions. Shame, joy, lust, apprehension, desire, love even anger. Just as she was thinking about bolting away and locking her bedroom door to hide she felt his hands take hold of her hips. The movement was so sudden an his grip so firm she started to fall.