.WHAT THE HELL ROSS!?! Shouted Fiona, you could have warned him! Oh man, I’m sorry dude, he said, you just... you just... what? I asked, did such a ...good job I couldn’t help it! Well you better get it up again Ross she said, fingering her now obviously aroused clit, I’m dripping here and I need two big cocks to satisfy me! Ross and I looked at each other and grinned, Fiona leaned in, still wanking me slowly and licked the remains of Ross’ cum from my chin..... Right you two, bed.... NOW!We all. My dad married a few years ago and they had been living with us ever since.My stepmother Mary was an attractive 32-year-old woman, who had one daughter from a teenage pregnancy and I was pretty sure was a gold digger, though I had nothing to back it up. It was just a feeling. She married my dad when she was 25 and he was 38. That was 8 years ago. In that time I learned that she was nice enough as a person. She loved the outdoors and shopping, odd combination, I know.Her hair was golden blonde. The girls leave, the chit-chat resumes, and my wife lets me know that she's going potty as she does the 'potty dance' jokingly. That leaves the new liberal-smelly girl as the sole envoy of their group. She didn't say much, but you can tell she had fun - or she was plotting.She found the time to go into the house for what I presumed was more wine as there was barely a gulp left in her glass. I continued my fire duties and probably did a few fire dances to keep the people chuckling. Time waning. I arched back, bracing myself on the back of the toilet and screamed. I kept my eyes closed. I didn’t want to see what was happening. I didn’t want to remind myself of my lack of control. His hands were on my breasts, massaging and pinching and occasionally sucking. His cock rifled in and out of me, furtively. I tightened on the outstroke and relaxed as he plunged inside of me. It felt so good and my wetness was sliding down my legs. One of my socks was soaked in it.He suddenly grabbed my hair,.