” His teacher had sent home a permission slip that his parents had to sign. It was about today’s lesson, called Human Growth and Development. He ...asn’t sure what it was about, but some boys in his class said it was about boys and girls’ “private areas”. George went to the counter and grabbed an apple, and slipped it into the backpack by the door. He turned around to tell his mom he was ready to go to school, but she was talking with his father. “Wendy, I’m going to be gone for the next three. She was panting really hard, so I just kept playing, touching, and moving my hands all over her. Down across her little flat stomach, and lower. So slow. So slow. And moving them lower.I looked down, and saw Kristina move her legs apart. My fingers moved down her stomach, rubbed her pubic hair lightly, and I started caressing it. She was kissing me, saying, "Oh, god. You feel so nice. Everything you're doing. Please. Don't stop touching me." I kept going. I heard my step daughter say, "Wow,". I was speechless. I told her she had to decide. Neither was her answer. She wanted it splattered all over her chest. She flipped over, and I grabbed the oil. Between her luscious tits, I slid my throbbing rock hard cock. Leaning forward a few time for her to suck it all in. Then back to her chest. Still, I was on the edge, but out of reach. She talked to me, hoping to feel the warmth rush out onto her chest, and neck. I mumbled out that I wanted to cum inside her! When I moved down, she. Considering how much deliberation I was giving her for sex—although I always made sure she was well lubricated and ready, which never seemed to take her long—I can't blame her in hindsight for how she was starting to regard me. And as nice as it was with her actually performing The Act, sex remained a means to an end for me. I'd already learned never to mix pleasure with business and this was definitely business.Forty-two down—fifty-eight to go.Our conversations continued and I soon learned a.