Maybe out there you needed an identity. Here at Norton’s they all knew who they were, whatever they were – and so did he ... she.He was the tall t...in blond creature that knew how to run and jump a gym horse, do a split or make a summersault. Like all the others he knew where to put his feet and how to graciously bend his wrist. Sometimes he wore her war paint and was the one with the decadent eyes and the red, greedy mouth – the one with the silver cascade of hair, the never-ending legs and the. "Helen stood listening, her breathing heavy and her fingers pressed hard against the denim between her legs. Her fantasies took on a whole new dimension.Could she?Would they?The thought of being with both of them had her flowing like a river. As quickly as the thought formed in her head, she popped open two buttons on her blouse, took off her bra, and dropped it on the bathroom floor. A quick glance in the mirror showed her that her stiff nipples were poking at the cloth.I can't believe I'm. "Well, you are a bit warm." she said with concern."Naaa, I'm alright," I replied. "I am just a bit tired with all the excitement today." That damned Jenny almost burst out with laughter after my comment. 'That little teasing bitch', I thought to myself', 'She knows exactly what she is doing to me'.I vowed to get her back good for being such a little slut. Earlier in the day Mom had announced that Grandma Ruth wanted to come see me and that because she was afraid of flying, Jerry and Mom would. He was being so sensual I didn't even recognize him. Who was this guy andwhat had he done with my stupid stepfather? I liked this version better ofcourse and although I was confused it never crossed my mind to pull away. We just kissed, his beard rubbing against by smooth face and for somereason this made me even harder, if that was possible. He had my cock on his hand and was squeezing it so tightly it hurt at somepoint. The bed was there, right behind me and my stepfather pulled me away.