She knelt down in front of me, waiting. I sat back against the back of the shower, spreading my legs wide to allow her to clean me. I watched as her h...ead decended into my crotch, feeling her tongue lick the mingled sperm and girl-come from my cock. She took long slow swipes along the sides and underneath, starting a slow burn in my groin. I was staring over her bobbing head at her rounded ass cheeks, just thinking about what came next and how I was going to stab between her soft round globes. To have sex with my own stepmother? This wonderful, exciting woman, without question the sexiest woman in the entire world? Oh god, whatever she wanted, whatever it took .. if it gave me a chance to fuck HER?Eagerly, much more expertly now, I brought her to another orgasm. I remembered what she'd said earlier, about a woman's capacity to have one orgasm right after another. Experimenting, as she convulsed in that orgasm, I held my face in place on her cunt. I continued to touch her. He had begun stirring strong sensations deeply in my loins.“He seemed to unconsciously perceive my need as I sensed him slide up my body. I instinctively opened my still stockinged legs to give him a better position. I felt the head of his shaft press into me, but was restrained by the thin material of my panties still between us.“My pussy lips were extremely wet and swollen as he slowly thrust up into me, stretching the satin lace that prevented him from entering me. He continued to drive into. Just the image of the empty bottle and then I woke up on the floor, naked, and fucking aroused despite the worst hangover I’ve ever had. That can’t be good for me. I’m taking ibuprofen and water. The pounding of my head seems to be in a cadence that matches her name. Chloe. Chloe. Every fucking beat. I’m going to take some sleep aids and go to sleep ’til work tomorrow. *** I looked up from the journal entries that Stephanie had given me from over the weekend and stifled my urge to sigh. Sighing.