Or I could remove all of the Universe's existing life and repopulate it with life that I would create from scratch, perhaps solar-powered life. Is any...one of those mutually incompatible options more Good or more Evil than the others? I simply can't judge because judgment requires a perspective of some sort; usually a goal or at least a guiding principle. Mom and Dad are good parents because that goal is defined externally to them; a god of the Universe can't be Good because there's no external. She said I love you you’re the most wonderful step mum a boy could ever have. She was very needy and after I had helped her with her constipation problem our relationship had changed forever (read “auntie helps mummy”). I helped her into the bedroom her feet squelching in her shoes and her wet trousers rubbing against her thighs made her walk open legged like she’d shit herself. I knelt down in front of her and worked on the zip. I could smell her fresh piss and could feel my penis uncoiling in. But I didn't. He'd made clear he didn't want to do that. In retrospect, I think he did protest too much. Anyway, the urge to do that passed, and it would be a couple of years before I'd actually kiss a guy. Both kissing and fucking a guy would happen to me in due time, but not with Ron.Both of us were tired by now, so we finally decided to get ready for bed. Between the beer and the length of our sex session, we both had to piss really bad, and neither of us wanted to wait for the other. . I didn't bother to put on any clothes. After all Vanessa wouldn't be seeing me, or so I thought. Fifteen minutes later I had taken up my position behind a convient tree, binoculars in one hand, cock in the other. Vanessa must have settled for a short swim, because she was just exiting the water as I arrived. I let go of my dick just long enough to focus the binoculars, and then I feasted my eyes on a close-up view of Vanessa's jiggling boobs and dripping wet pussy-hair. As if she could tell.