When I had left for college, Stepmom had been a dowdy, pudgy housewife with few interests outside of the kitchen and church. When I returned home, I d...scovered a transformed woman. Stepmom had lost weight, switched to a fashionable hairstyle, bought trendy clothes, and learned how to apply makeup. In other words, my Stepmom had become a babe. If my father even noticed, he didn’t seem to care. He was so immersed in his work that nothing else mattered to him. If he didn’t want her, I did. I began. “Perhaps you could help us all two at a time like you did those two. One in front and one behind.”Just then the captain came over the intercom. ”Would stewardess Cindy make her way to the cockpit, please?” The men groaned, but Cindy said she had to go. It might be important. “I’ll be right back,” she said. Cindy bounced her way to the cockpit door and knocked. The co-pilot let her in. “I have a terrible case of nerves,” said the captain.”So do I,” said the co-pilot. “I know just the thing,”. They generally just did everything that Tricky Dick told them to do like a pair of ugly guard dogs with no sense to speak of.The last member of the group of miscreants was "The Kid" who was the harmonica-playing member of the small band of work-avoiding troublemakers.He liked The Kid best of all and had backed his play a couple of times when it looked like he had bitten off more than he could chew.Right at the moment, he had his harmonica safely tucked away in his back pocket and they were all. Brunner sat back and gave Guy a penetrating look. “Did your friend tell you about my ... other services?”Guy nodded. The other issue, the lack of sex for months now, was heavy on his mind. He pulled out an envelope and gave it to the doctor.Dr. Brunner opened the envelope, counted the twenty $50 bills, and then put the envelope into his lab coat inside pocket. “Okay ... typical nymphomaniac trigger word?”Guy leaned forward, his cock already tenting out his pants. “Yeah, and I want the trigger.