She gave me an exasperated look. “I’m not a child anymore. I thought we had... something special between us.” By now my cock was rock hard and p...infully tangled in my running shorts. I fidgeted beneath the bubbles trying to free its constricted end without drawing my stepdaughter’s attention to my discomfort. “Hannah, that was a mistake,” I replied, trying to sound like a parent and not like the rather frightened, turned-on teenager that I felt like. “I shouldn’t have...” I ran out of words.. My muscular body firm. My hard 7.5-inch cock sticking straight up. My veins prominent. My balls already pulled up and wishing I was walking into a room full of naked gay men saying, "Show me....teach me...."As the naked men started showing on my big screen TV in my bedroom, kissing, licking, sucking, fucking, cumming. Plenty of my favorite scenes....a man cumming just from getting fucked. I reached between the mattresses and pulled out a realistic 7inch dildo and a 10inch realistic dildo. I. "Not even here," I laughed, "I'm sure that Ms. Jackson won't mind waiting under the circumstances."No amount of persuading could convince Vikki that we had time though, not when she planned to join us for a second morning in a row. So we headed off to meet Janet Jackson for our morning run, accompanied as usual by her security team, before we met both of the teams, management, and the rest of the celebrities along with representatives of the four charities.Soon though it was time for both teams. ‘Now the zip,’ she said turning her back to me so I could help with her slacks. Very excited by now, I pulled them down to her ankles, running both my hands over her smooth legs. Underneath she wore a tiny pair of white silk pants, which were only about one centimeter wide at the sides, further accentuating her suntan. She motioned for me to remove those as well, not saying a word.Her completely naked body was just as I had imagined, and completely suntanned, not a white spot anywhere.As if.