She had been bouncy, almost bubbly, when she left - after all, she was going down to the travel agent's to pick up plane tickets for her first trip ba...k to Hong Kong in three years. But she came back in looking ready to bite."Neets? What's wrong?" Oh... that woman at the travel agent's." She rolled her eyes meaningfully. "I suppose she means well. But I felt like spitting in her eye." But what did she do?" Started asking questions about my trip, and how long I've been here, and our marriage,. “It looks sexy the way you hold yourself and gently pass the razor over your balls.” Astrid then announces, “I’ve also never seen a man playing with himself. Would you like to continue?” So I take myself in hand and enjoy the excitement of being watched, very closely by my 18 year old step daughter. I can even feel her breath on my shaft as she breathes out. My dick becomes even harder as she politely asks, “May I?” I release my dick and she starts stroking me. Astrid grips me firmly and. It was simply a matterof understanding."Penny for your thoughts," mom said, pulling me out of my musings.I smirked. "That depends," I said. "Is she cute?"She arched a brow in inquiry. "Is who cute?" Penny. If you're trading her for my thoughts, I just want to make sureit's a good deal."My mother rolled her eyes, but laughed all the same. "I'm sure with aname like Penny, she's adorable. Are you leaving or sticking aroundagain?" Sticking around for a little while. At least until this evening.". I poured the bottle into my large snifter, and drank it down rapidly. Too rapidly to do justice to this alcoholic treasure. Then I clomped back to the chair.I knew what I must do. I picked up the gun from the table, put it up to my temple, and pulled the trigger.Images of my life started to come to me. Little snippets of important events. The good times, the bad times, the sad times, the glad times. They all came to me again. Not like an image. No, not like that at all. Too clear. Too.