"That fucking bike!" he exclaimed. "It'll be the death of me yet!"He slammed the shed doors shut and walked back into the house. He started pacing the...floors."Don't panic," he thought, "it's still early. She decided to take a spin, defying me, but she'll be home soon. Not to worry old man. Not to worry. She'll be fine. She'll be fine," he repeated. And he lit a fire and sat in his easy chair with his evening paper and his cigar.But he couldn't concentrate. He got up, looked out the cottage. ”“I guess, at least compared to some of the people in the outside world.”“Yeah, you have to keep track of four wives, and then all your girlfriends.”“I don’t try to keep track any more. They tell me where they’ve been. I tell them where I’ve been. If none of us are possessive, why should it make a difference?”Tan thought about that. “If I love somebody, I want them to care about me.”“Oh, I care a great deal about all of them. I’ve often gone out of my way to orchestrate some nice situation for. I moved away to college and saw less and less of her, but would still beat off to Pammy occasionally. Even during the few times I would get laid or get a blow job from some college chick, my mind would drift off to Pammy and I would picture her with my 6" dick in her mouth getting ready to swallow all of my cum or jerk it all over her tits and let me lick it off of them.My fascination with my stepmom almost went away when I got married at 24. I knew there was no way I could fuck her now.. The feeling I had, while putting the panties on, was very different. They felt good and it was almost a thrill to tuck myself in/back and pull them up nice and tight. When I checked myself in her mirror – my ass actually looked pretty good! I tried on some of her camisoles and girls t-shirts then got to the skirts and dresses. She wasn’t quite 11 years old and hadn’t started to develop so she didn’t even have a training bra yet. Her skirts almost fit me. They were very tight in the waist but it.