Emily is just being Emily. I’m just tired and wanted to come home.”Looking concerned, Ms. Stewart motioned her daughter forward, “Come here, let... me feel your forehead. You look a little flushed. You’re not getting sick, are you?”Beth let her mother put the back of her hand on her forehead, “It’s okay, Mom. I feel fine. Just tired. Can I ask you something?”“Sure, Hon. I’m never too busy to talk to my sweetie. What do you want to ask me?”“Just stuff like when did you know you were gay?”Ms.. I went to bed wishing that I had been theirdaughter but I knew that we had so little in common that it would neverwork. "That would be wonderful," I replied, "but we have nothing incommon, I don't know if it would work."She looked me in the eyes and said, "If you're willing, we would love tomake it work."From that day on, I was their daughter. They filed adoption papers thenext day and two months before I turned 18, I became legally their child. Since my transcripts were so messed up, I took. I felt my body tense up. Sucking like a hungry baby, I grunted as my sperm coursed its way up my shaft, out the slit, washing the walls of her womb with long, warm ropes of my essence. I lay there panting, trying to catch my breath, as she continued to milk me with her cunt muscles. Almost painful in its intensity, I could barely hear her praise as she squeezed a final drop of cum from my deflating cock, smearing it on her clit. “Now its your turn to please me, Steven. I need you to suck all. I bite my lip, trying even harder not to moan. I then look over at my dad and I see that he too is drunk. Beside him I see an empty bottle and a half empty class on the bedside table. I look at him and see that he’s hard underneath his blanket and his hand is resting on top of his hardness over the blanket, but he isn't rubbing. I stand and enter the room. *** (Dad's point of view.) *** My cock is growing harder and harder watching the two girls on screen. One girl, a brunette, is fucking a.