She was in her room, and I knocked before entering of course."You can come in, Callie," she said.I opened up, and saw she was watching We're The Mille...s on DVD. I sat down with her, and gave her a kiss on the head. Even though she wasn't my biological daughter, I loved as if she was."Is there something you wanted?" she wanted to know."I just thought, that maybe we could hang out tonight. Have a little step mom/step daughter time," I let her know.She sighed, because she knew she really couldn't. “So this Shakespeare dude? Do you have any tips for better understanding what was up with him?”Lisa stopped to think about ways that she had learned to get better at connecting the themes of poetry. Absent-mindedly her cheeks puffed up as she thought; it was something that happened when she had to think especially hard about a problem.Will had noticed and chuckled a little at her odd facial expression.“Quiet! I’m thinking!” Lisa snapped harshly, in a tone she had never used in front of Will. I left myself out of his house with him still arguing with whom ever on the phone. I was shaking as I drove home. I had almost gotten myself into something I did not want.I went home and climbed into bed thinking it did not matter all men were evil. I also convinced myself that John was not like those men simply because he was not interested in me like that. After all, we were just classmates not lovers or anything. I was just happy he was bringing a little joy into my daughter’s life even if I. I felt his speed increase as hebecame more excited. I looked back, under my body toward him, not surewhat I'd see. Front and center was my cock, still small, still soft,but leaking a steady stream of cum. A puddle already formed on the bed.I was crushed. All of this had seemed so bad, horrible in a way, like Iwas being abused, my male identity raped by him. So how could I becoming like that? No wonder he thought I loved it, why wouldn't he if Isquirted cum liked a teen girl gets wet?Then it.