"You're right."Beckah grinned mischievously. "So, now that we've established that you do like to masturbate, what do you think about? Do you have fant...sies that you entertain when you're jacking your big cock?"I stared at my daughter for a moment. I was surprised by the candor of her questions. How could I tell my beautiful eighteen-year-old daughter that my one and only fantasy involves having sex with her? I could see that going over real well."Well…I just think about, you know…"She grinned.. ”“He’s white,” Sam said in a whisper.Looking disgusted, his stepfather said, “Shut up with that crap. I’m sick to death of you saying that kind of shit. I’m just as black as you are. Most of my competitors are as white as he is. I make more money than most of them. It isn’t color that creates success, but working hard and working smart.“It’s time you grew up and started working hard at success. Use that brain of yours to work smart. He’s going to push you and push you until you are contributing. Mom usedtwo barrettes, one on each side of my head to hold the hair in place. Ilooked just like Julie did when she was my age!"We can't call you David now can we? Do you have a name you like, agirls name?" I shook my head no, since I had never given it a thoughtbefore. "If you had been born a girl we were going to name you Kristen.Kristen Lynn. How about that?" I smiled and I knew that I liked it."Lets go downstairs Kristen. Your Father will be home soon and I'm surethat he'll want to meet. I couldn’t watch this after all. I turned around to leave and that’s when Zoe grabbed my face and kissed me hard. We pulled apart once we heard a moaning coming from inside the bedroom. I didn’t have time to think of the fact that my Step-Mother just had her tongue down my throat or that my Maxine was giving me a funny look as I turned back to the bedroom and saw that my beautiful Elena was now completely impaled on my father’s cock. I was frozen in place as I watched my wife pump her hips up.