We talked more about sex, and after hearing about how frustrated you were with Brian, and how he wouldn't even take the time to kiss you, I felt reall... upset, and I knew you were too. I reached over, and held your hand. After sitting there for a few minutes, while listening to the radio, I looked over, and saw you sitting there, with you head looking over towards me while resting on your shoulder. You looked so sad right then, and I after looking at you closely, I looked forward and said this:. "Okay, if there are no objections, then we'll cross it off," Scott said,hovering his pen above his paper. When nobody said anything, he crossedthe song out and moved on to the next. "Don McLean's 'If We Try'," Scott said and looked up at the rest of usagain."I don't know that one," I told him. Scott turned to his laptop and didsomething before the song started playing in the room. It sounded likeit was made way before I was born, but I liked it. It had this reallyslow, soft beat that had a kind. " I want ... I want it ... your cock ... inside me..." Mmm, that does sound like a good girl--" Don's vocal and pelvic control were challenged at this instant as his stepdaughter's agile vagina made a worthy gambit for more of his cock, and almost succeeded."Easy there, Sweetheart. I'm just trying to make sure I understand. You want me to fuck you?" Yes." You WANT me to fuck you ... you want our own stepfather's cock to fuck your slutty little pussy?" Pleeeease ... just ... please." I don't. My smile radiant with our closeness as she took note of the sparks held within my gaze. “I guess I should let its momma take care of it, shouldn’t I?” she cooed. “Yeah, it’s still pretty young to be handling Brandy. Kind of like you.” and chuckled as my words turned to the subject at hand. She turned and leaned over to put the kitten back in the tub, her perfectly curved rear poised before me sent a wave of heat through my blood stream and straight to my cock; I couldn’t help it, honest to God..