Or still at home dealing with my asshole stepf@ther.”“Oh, that reminds me. I've been trying to reach your folks. Well, your m0ther anyway. And I c...n't seem to find a time to call when the asshole's not home. He always answers. I've had to hang up twice and I don't want to keep doing that because it will just make him suspicious and he might take that out on your m0ther.”“Shit. Yeah, I hadn't thought of that. The asshole won't allow her to have her own phone. He always thinks she's cheating on. “Well…I danced with some guys.” She said. “That’s not so naughty.” “Well I flirted and teased and dirty danced with them.”She replied and hugged me. I led Lanna over to the couch and we sat down.“Well that’s pretty naughty.” I said, looking for more detail. “That’s not the naughty part.”"Well, what was the naughty part?" I said, my heart beating. "The naughty part was when they took turns fucking me in the back seat.”At first I felt a little hurt and maybe even a little mad but enormously. He sat there watching them (from the window) as they tanned around the pool, he thought about which of the girls he would love to fuck if he had the chance. The oldest, was Jessi, 17, she wasn’t especially tall (non of them were) about 5’7” but she had high B breasts and a small tight ass, light brown hair just past her shoulder, beautiful hazel eyes and long sporty legs. They had once been close to dating and gotten very close (even making out once or twice), prior to her and Iz becoming. The sensuality of her remark upped to blood flow to Martin’s penis and it began to swell, with Olga rising to her knees and watching its blossoming with avid concentration. For a tiny moment in time Martin was absolutely convinced that she was totally absorbed in that resurrection of a male’s instrument of reproduction or lustful strumming. Her angelic smile ripped through to his core, producing his most powerful erections ever. Martin groaned and she soothed, ‘Soon darling’ and her lips closed.