A sigh of relief came over her then she felt per trickle down her leg. She pulled out of her squat and began to look around to find something to wipe ...er legs with. Before she could get a good view of the area, she felt a big head squeeze between her legs and a rough tongue lick the inside of her legs.Melissa thought to herself. Well, that takes care of that problem. She turned to see Bo was her cleaner. Then she caught something else. Bo’s red rocket was starting to show from its sheath. “Ah. Last week Susan had arrived on the Friday for the weekend, she had her own suite so she was really well self contained as we were in our Bedroom and en suite. There was no need to change our habits we were quite comfortable in our bodies and often appeared in various stages of undress, even nude from time to time.That Saturday morning I came out of my bedroom dressed in my robe just as Susan came upstairs, we met at the stair head. Susan was wearing tight leggings with a figure hugging top with. I don't need an excuse to look, but it's handy to have one sometimes.No, the thing that got me wondering was that he'd asked me a question that, under the circumstances was actually mine to ask."I was about to ask you that," I said. "I can see you're stuck. Have you called a tow-truck?" No. We figured we could rock it out. You live around here?" No. If you need a phone, I..." My hand went to the spot where my fanny-pack usually rode before I remember that I wasn't wearing it. "Ah. Sorry," I. I noticed a definite change in the relationship with my step-mother after my seventeenth birthday. I saw that she was putting pressure on me to begin thinking of her as a sexual partner if not as a potential wife. For example, she wore thin cotton dresses about the house, and her hugs in greeting and goodbye were now full frontal, her nipples like pebbles against my chest. Often if these cuddles and giggles went on too long they would give me an erection, my upright penis pressing against her.