I won’t take it personally if you want to stay home, either.”“Do you really mean that, Richard?”“Yes Dear, I do! Think about it, I need to k...now by this time tomorrow, please?”He got up, polished off his third cup of coffee, and said goodbye!With the hard slam of the front door, Sally took me by the hand back up the stairs.Mom waved at us, knowing what we were about to do.I was taken to her room, and the moment we got inside, she started a very forceful and erotic open-mouth kiss.“I dreamed. I helped guide her back, until once again she had wrapped her long wet bare legs around mine, and her wet teen pussy slipped back onto my wet teen cock, and with a groan we began gently fucking again.Now, from everyone else's point of view, my stepsister just seem to be swimming on the spot with me just stood behind her, but from my point of view, I could now every so often, see my cock slipping back and forth into her wet warm hole, and her little bare cheeks were just breaking the water line. " It was impossible for me to keep it soft within the soft silky embraceof my panties whilst the frills tickling my thighs and butt simply addedto my excitement."Why is it hard?" giggled Wendy.I knew she was just winding me up. She knew exactly why I was hard. Irefused to be drawn but she persisted."You like those silky, frilly panties, don't you?"I wanted to say no, but it would have been a total lie. My little pee-pee was becoming hopelessly addicted to the beautiful cocoon of silkynylon. After all I did have a Russian thug's pistol. Not to mention that I had challenged him to come for it. The more awake I became, the more I realized what a stupid move that had been. I put myself at risk and gained nothing worthwhile for it. Self loathing was a powerful emotion; it caused me to attack that thug, when the night before self preservation kept me from doing the same thing. It seemed to be an emotion strong enough to force one to do terribly stupid things.The shower and the day old.