Her skin was warm in contrast. ‘Max.’ ‘Megan.’ He nuzzled her ear. She glanced over her shoulder at him. ‘What are you doing?’ Max did no...t answer her. Instead, he rubbed his hand back and forth across the smooth skin of her stomach. Every few passes, his hand would dip down to her waistband. He could tell she was getting turned on, she pressed her hips back into him. ‘What do you want?’ He whispered in her ear, bringing his hand closer to the place she wanted it most. Her hips arched up to his. As John and I sat at the bar sipping on our beers, we watched our girls out on the dance floor making all of the men drool. I glanced down at my watch and realized it had gotten quite late. We grabbed Jessi and Julie and began the stumble back to John's dorm since we were all very drunk by this point. When we reached his dorm room, we all tumbled clumsily down on to the bed, a drink still in each of our hands. We started a question game and it didn't take long at all before the topic of. Jessica’s heart raced as she movedquietly towards the toilet stall. Jessica heard a hard stream of pisssplash in the toilet bowl. She closed her eyes and imagined the pee flowingfrom the young teens twat, she wondered if Kayla was shaved. As the streamcontinued to splash in the bowl Jessica heard multiple wet farts escapingthe Kayla’s asshole. She got as close to the stall as she could withoutletting Kayla see her feet. She listened as more farts escaped Kayla’s ass;Jessica. "Please....please...no," I whimpered."Please....no," she mimicked.Fortunately I realised she was on too much of a good thing to do this. IfI grew massive tits Cherie would find out I was her daughters bitch andher fun would be over. Belatedly I realised I should have done this rightat the beginning and I would have not been where I was now.So here I am just about at my year anniversary of being my stepdaughter's sissy bitch. Currently I have not cum for four months and Ithink my wife Cherie is.