Can I help?”I looked at him blankly. “What?”“Can I help you with that?”He was looking directly at my cock. I got the message.“Rylan, I’m...twenty-one years older than you, and you’re my step-son.”He sat down on the bed, just a couple feet from my cock, which for some reason was still hard.He smiled, “Sure, you married my mom, but I don’t see what that is between us. I like mature men. To me you’re a handsome stud named Holt who I’d like to suck off. Come on, let me.”Call me what you want. I took. Enjoying the taste of the fruity lip polish, I decided that getting ready this morning was well worth it if I got to see Jack again. Smiling I turned the page of my book.***Cassie decided she wasn't done with her adjustments to Tad, she made his hands and arms become more feminine looking. On the end of each fingertip she elongated his nail and lengthened it out a half an inch. Each was given the same dusty Ivory gloss color that his toes possessed.She decided that she must do something with. “Funny you should even broach the subject,” she said.“Why?” Deena asked.“Because she sorta asked me stuff...”“About???” I prodded.“About the relationship in THIS house. I told her nothing past ... Well, she commented that y’all looked very happy and supremely supportive and she wished that she was part of a family like that and how did Deena react to you being married and ... Well, Abby’s no dummy. She was trying to read my expressions. She said she KNEW how WE were...”“And you think she. "Take her up to the empty bedroom." I gave her an unbelieving look. She hastened to explain herself. "I know I only take gentlemen borders, but she has had a terrible evening." I carried Sarah upstairs and laid her on the bed. Mrs. O'Grady shooed me out of the room and I went to my bed. I needed to bunk.A scream awoke me from a sound sleep the next morning. I threw on my robe and hurried down the stairs. The Western Union man, actually a teenage boy, had Mrs. O'Grady passed out in his arms. She.