He and I weren’t real close however, it’s still tough to face this. In the weeks following I was left to resolve all his issues. He had everything...under the sun on that apartment. I began the task of sorting, dividing up and cleaning the apartment. I came to his bedroom and in going through things there I discovered his collection of porn. I was shocked to find most of it was Bi related. Ohh well we never really know huh. I continued my packing and cleaning and then discovered his camera. I. “You are safe here, but you need to report your step-father if he’s abusing you.”“The Police – they will make me go back.”“No. How old are you?”“I am sixteen. Two weeks ago. He didn’t touch me until I was sixteen, just looked.”“Tonight, Demi, have a bath and I will wash your clothes. You can sleep in my spare bedroom – the door locks. Tomorrow, we talk to NSPCC.” (The NSPCC is the National Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children, a charity which works with the civil authorities to do. After debating for a few minutes whether to leave or stay, he impatiently grabbed his coat and dashed off to the arena. As he sat in the lounge reserved for family and friends of the competitors, drinking the second of what would be at least five or six coffees before the start of the match, someone very familiar took a seat across from him. ‘Sandra?’ ‘Hi Brad.’ ‘Hi, yourself.’ ‘I must really be out of it’, he thought. He didn’t even notice Sandra until she sat down, and it’s not like she could. She would do anything he wanted. Everything he wanted. Gladly. Willingly. Eagerly.The full length of his prick was buried inside her mouth now, and still he rammed it violently inside, making her cheeks billow out fully.Greg gazed down at his cock sliding slowly in and out of his mother's mouth. He thrilled to the expression of raw, unbridled desire in her eyes as he crammed his cock more swiftly in and out.Her head bobbed and her teeth scraped painfully but pleasurably against his pulsating.