" What if I was to marry him? He'd become your father."Dan thought about that. "No, Mummy. Daddy was my father but James could be a sort of second fat...er. You know..." Yes, darling. Your step-father, a substitute father."Dan knew about substitutes from cricket and rugby when people got hurt. He nodded. "Yeah, OK!" What about Gina? She'd be your step-sister."Dan's brow clouded. "She's all right, I suppose," he said reluctantly, "but I'm not mad about her." Why not?"Dan shrugged. "I dunno .... And I can’t guarantee you’ll go deep enough for it to do you any good, although most guys do. You want to try?”“I have to pass this course. I’ll do whatever you tell me… just don’t make me cluck like a chicken or something else stupid.”“Not a chance of it,” I replied, thinking, “You make too damn much noise as it is, without me adding anything to it!”“Okay. What do I have to do then?”“Make yourself comfortable. Kick off your shoes. I’d suggest lying down on your bed. Oh… and if you need to use. " What do you mean by that? Exactly what did you do?" Would it really bother you if I actually did something?"Her question suddenly made me stop and think. I mean fantasy was one thing, but the reality of it was something else, and I can't even begin to explain all of the feelings that were going through me. On the one hand, I couldn't believe that my sweet wife would actually do anything with anyone else, yet, on the other hand ... Well, let's just say that there was enough doubt to churn my. Only 19! Hope her mommy and daddy don’t know what you’re doing to their Princess, you nasty Bitch?” Tamara walked over and pushed James with the toe of her riding boot. He grunted as his body rocked to the side and the tether pulled tight around his cock and balls. He flicked back his blonde curls and watched Tamara’s body as she moved before him. She chatted and laughed in her husky drawl as she reached into her leather bag and drew out a large bottle of clear lubricant and stood before James.