First, her own father dies before she's born, then each of my other husbands mostly ignored her and paid more attention to the fruit of their own loin..., so to speak. She's always been the invisible stepc***d. Tonight, I think you made her feel important, which is worth more than gold to me." With a quick swig, she finished off the contents of her shot glass. I refilled it."Laura, I have to ask you, if you don't mind answering, it's obvious you're doing an amazing job raising these k**s but how. And by the way, you’ll each get £1,400 each for the party. Bye!”When I told Florence the good news, she flung her arms around my neck and pressed her lovely breasts against me. Richard said loudly, “Would you two stop doing that – another two minutes and I will have to stick my cock in one or other of you! Why don’t you go and bathe together and I will organise a meal for us – see you downstairs in about an hour.”Florence and I spent a wonderful time in the bath together, stroking and sucking. " But what about the stories by Edgar Rice Borroughs and Isaac Asimov?" They are just telling a story and shape the locale to fit the story. Do you think that they have been to Venus to see the planet?" Well... OK, I see what you mean. Just because they are famous and write good stories, I shouldn't take literally what they describe." Exactly, son. They could be flat wrong, just like anybody else trying to describe a place he has never actually seen." Thanks, Dad. That makes me feel a lot. He had finished packing up his collection of quarters and baseball cards when it was time to go. His room was about half empty, and all that really remained was a bed, TV, and other furniture’s along with a handwritten note on the floor that simply say, “Dear Dad, hope to see you around, later. –Jason” As they loaded the car up, they loaded up their memories, their past…but also they smirked, ready for a new and refreshed future that didn’t look as bleak as before. They drove away, ready to.