.sensational...I surprised myself as I realised I was closer to another orgasm already.Reciprocation...his dick deserved sucking. I licked along the s...aft, planting soft kisses on my step daddy’s hardness. Boy did I enjoy sucking his cock. Sucking cock. Surrounding cock. My mouth wide but my lips applying pressure. Sliding down his rod and sucking up his stiffness. Mmm...Yeah; I’m a cock addict.He bent me over again. His cock in me ...dogging me...a flesh shaping, a flesh filling and a flesh. I’m no longer concerned with fading memories of birthdays or eroded milestones. I’ve moved up to a bigger game. Where are those friends, who spun around with me? Where did the laughter echo away to? Where’s that God damn airport, even? They don’t exist in this time, unless you consider the burnt out memories of times before now. I suppose somewhere in this world, there’s an airport. A hollow, shelled husk of what I’d refer to as an airport. Maybe my friends still exist in some way. Maybe they. . he was not at the forefront of my thoughts now. They were. They wore football team jerseys, black and red, and ripped jeans, which complimented their bad boy vibes and shit-eating grins. I recalled mom had mentioned in passing how they were all future honor graduates with bright sports careers. All I could see was testosterone and domineering attitudes."Hey, beautiful," one of the boys said and snatched the luggage from me. "Welcome home!" Hello," I replied back, my eyes going from one to the. "And," Mrs. Foster continued, "you were babysitting for her?"This was addressed to Shannon and she answered. "Yes." Well, the party where the Jensens were? The host was Ted Foster. He's some sort of cousin, third cousin twice removed or second cousin thrice removed, something like that, of my husband's. We aren't close enough to go to the party. They'd have to hold it in the gym. You know." The last was directed at Steve. There were larger Anderson clans in town, but his relatives weren't all.