I took about five shots and was feeling good. I asked him if he wanted to leave the kitchen and go to the living room. When we sat on the couch togeth...r we turned on American Dad but it didnt matter because we were making out in a matter of seconds. We were fully dressed but I sat upright as Artie sat on top of me grinding his hips while we kissed. Artie really liked kissing, but so did I. I couldve frenched him all day and night if I could. Things started to heat up when I grabbed his cock,. Whenever I slid a fresh tampon inside me, I wanted to cry, and I sometimes (read 'often') did so.I was the first, last and only child of my parents, who themselves were without siblings. Thus, they were my closest – and only – relatives.When I say closest, I mean whatever distance is the non-stop flight from Atlanta, where I live and teach, and Houston, where they have lived forever. I support them but only slightly, as the two of them are able to eke through with Social Security and minimal. Way before I even got my genuine desire, I found her to be more than an elegant step-daughter, but something more indeed. Needless to say, I found us to be playing with fire, but I was still mature enough to use it responsibly.After over five minutes that time, I gently let my lips off hers. "I love you, Morgan." I love you too, Spencer."I calmly cleaned up and helped her up with me. Then I casually went for her top, and she put her arms up. So, I got it off her and saw her in her bra. I. He seemed to understand what I was, he seemed to embrace it, and accept me for what I truly was, and what I had to do to stay alive. His footsteps left the room once more as he would go out to make sure there was nothing in the house or around it that would bring me harm. He was so kind behind that mask of his, though he only showed that kind side of him when he felt it counted. The minutes ticked down to when I would be able to move once again into his embrace. But I knew I was in a weakened.