* It was Saturday morning and I had just come back from my morning run. I opened the front door and Stacy, my stepdaughter, was on her hands and knees...in red lingerie and heels. “What are you doing, Stacy?” “I thought we could have a little fun. Come in the house, Dominick.” I walked in and just looked at my stepdaughter kneeling to me. I had no idea what she was planning. This was definitely something new with her. I was a little intrigued, but also disgusted that she’d put herself in this. She delicately wrapped her full lips around his penis and began her daily chore of emptying his fertile sac. ‘Since my manufacturing plant shut down, my fortune has steadily begun to decrease. I have had many creative and wonderful ideas but this sleeping beauty may be the answer to all of my prayers.’ Mr. Smith glanced at Mrs. Smith, who was eagerly sucking on his engorged cock. He looked at Kelly. He smiled. It was at that precise moment that a brilliant idea came to him. ‘Each and every day,. I want you! I want to grow old with you.”“Then why in hell are you fucking another man?”“I guess you could call it guilt sex.”“Now that is something that you just have to explain.”“Jeff and I were high school sweethearts and we planned to get married, but not until we graduated from college. We were in our senior year when there was a death in his family and he had to go back to Michigan for the funeral. He called me after the funeral and told me he was going to have to stay there for a couple. Then complaining about howboring in the sack she was, never allowing him to try anything new, that theyalways had sex in the same position and she wouldn't even let him leave thelights on when they did it. He went on about how he had begged her to let him take some Polaroid's ofher and how she went ballistic at the very thought. Wishing he would just shutup, I just kept driving, not saying a word. As he continued to go on abouttheir relationship and their troubles. I was relieved when I pulled.