Now it revealed her gorgeous, full breasts bulging out, pleading for release. You could nearly feel their warmth. I could have jumped on her right the... and banged her to high heaven. But I kept my eyes closed, biding my time. She walked over as I pretended to wake up. Bending over me until her boobs were about to slip out, she kissed me full on the lips, slowly and erotically. This time, she left me stunned."Heya there, my fine young man" she said with a pert smile."Uhh, hey mom" I blurted. Of course, these are all just fantasies, mine and my correspondents'. Here at year end, 2011, I am compiling this year's collection into the first of what I hope will be many "annuals". These have been edited lightly, and in particular some numbers have been corrected.At the end of this work, please join me again to learn how you can contribute to and collaborate with the "Dear Stepdaddy" column, for the enjoyment of all.Also note that where Stepdaddy lives in the U.S., "middle school". I let my protectiveness of my sister override my job – which is to protect you and Emertland. Instead of speaking to you rationally, I spoke in haste and without tact. Then I became angry when you became angry and I pushed you away as you pushed me away. There is much for which I need to be forgiven. My actions and reactions were no more mature than yours."Denae sat and stared at Jorgarn."I do not believe you require forgiveness," she said after a moment's pause. "The missteps were mine and I. And for the few father’s that disagreed; most changed their tune in time with ‘encouragement’ from their wives, and teachers at parent-teacher meetings.A crew of staff entered the classroom mid lesson. They rolled in a new torture device on wheels, to the corner of the room. It was a wooden X. it had straps to restrain a boy in place, so that he would be forced to stand spread-eagled. Miss Andrew’s brutal red high heels clacked on the tile floor. She enjoyed teasing the boy’s with her slutty.