.."She pushed her chair back with her legs and rose to her feet. She came around the table and stuck the syrupy treat in my face. "Are you still wonde...ing what it would be like, and do you still think you would enjoy it?"I sighed. "Life would be much easier if I could lie to you."Her voice was soft. "I'd be disappointed in you if you did." She was being openly honest, and, in all honesty, I agreed with her. I'd be disappointed in me, too. "I'm going to stand here until you either lick it off. " How is the flan going?" asked Vonda."It's tricky. But I think I have it figured out." You could look it up online," I said."Oh no! That would be cheating."At four, I called it a day, and went home.Vonda came back just a few minutes after me.We watched some Jeopardy and the evening news. Then we ate dinner. It was delicious, as usual.Her rum raisin flan tasted identical to the ones I've had at the Flames. I praised Pyx for it."It wasn't that hard. I knew the ingredients, and watched the basic. They argued all the time and I'm pretty sure they were both fooling around. My dad just married a woman that he had known for some time; I think they were messing around for a long time.My mom was living with a guy she had known from work and, like Dad, I think they were having an affair for a long time.So, I live with my Dad and his new wife and her two daughters.My stepmom is very pretty, fairly tall, blond, and very curvy. A MILF. Her daughters are smaller versions of her, Allison is. Would you like to dance? I do know how to do that.”“I’d love to Ben.” So we got on the dance floor and danced to whatever it was the band was playing. I swung this gal around and across the floor and back bumping into her tits which she was poking out as far as she could. They were quite small bumps but they were there nonetheless. My leg was into her crotch and she was rubbing her crotch on my leg checking out my hard-on. And it was getting hard. At least it was aimed down my leg enough so it.