. uuh... uuh..." he grunted as he rammed his swollen rod again and again into Sue's tight cunt. He heard the breath slam out of her each time his cock...dug into her. His fingers were sunk into her creamy ass-cheeks, leaving bright-scarlet blotches.But Sue was loving it. Bit by bit she was discovering a capacity for masochism within herself. She loved fucking any way she could get it. But there was an added thrill when Ben used her this way. The two of them were slowly learning to play a game.The. My step mum and me have always got along for years and often at parties and get togethers if tipsy we have flirted, nothing serious or heavy just comments to each other and once she pinched my bum and ive done the same to her all light hearted stuff.ive had a terrible couple of years and got invited to there place in spain, to cut a long story short I was over there for 2 weeks and my father ( a miserable man) and step mum was there for my first week but then went home, it rained on the Friday. Heart broken, and mailed to me like a cheap postcard from Graceland, I was cocooning myself in the protective bubble of friends, alcohol and distraction. ‘You have the most beautiful green eyes’ he said and his gold band of promise was ignored. His look would caress my shoulder from across the room, his toes innocently touching mine were secretly begging me to allow him into my world of words, scars and eating ice-cream, a skill that I had so phallically perfected that it could weaken the knees. ” That was true, as far as I knew at the time.“Have another drink and a mince-pie or two. Or three.”“Now that’s an offer I can’t refuse. Your mince-pies are wonderful.”We settled with a bottle of wine between us and a plate of mince-pies and small sausage rolls.“I ... I wanted to tell you ... about my husband.”I didn’t say anything, just cocked my head receptively.“Dulcie knows the story, but she’s the only one, really. I think others suspect. You see, it’s my fault he’s dead.” She paused. “We.