Caroline shot sissy creaminto the knee high and the force of it dripped on to his stepmother'sstockings and thigh. "You disgusting cock sucking faggot... pansy"screamed Mrs. Monet as she threw her pathetic stepson to the floor.Caroline apologetically said, "I am sorry, I'll be good" Rita respondedangrily and mocked her feminized stepson "I'll be good, I'll be good,that's all I hear from you! You had no problem milking yourself againstPhil's cock or humping my mother's shoe!"Mrs. Monet instructed. You’re saying...that would be okay?” Peter sounded perplexed.Not really, Jane thought. “Well, I don’t know,” she said out loud. “I feel kind of sorry for her. She can’t just do what she wants like we do—she’s all mixed up, you know?”“I’ll say.”“It’s like she has to pretend she doesn’t want it, so she can pretend that it’s good for her.”Another pause—a longer one. Then Peter said, “Jane, are you sure we want to get into this again with her?”Too late—we already are, thought Jane. “Well...”. Hi everyone. My name is John B. or “JB” as everyone called me. Let me describe myself. My wife had passed the year prior to when this story starts so I am single. I could never find anyone that could replace her so I quit trying. I am very well off due to a huge natural gas well on my 400 acre farm, 52 years old, salt & pepper hair, 6’2” and slightly overweight @ 270# due to my beer belly. What can I say, I like beer. I am quite strong because working a “Hobby” farm keeps you that way. I raise. Usually if it is dead I will send home the rest of the staff by 6:30. On this particular night it was very slow so by 6:20 the last of my employees left for the night. I was just finishing some paperwork up when the phone rang. It was 6:55. Now normally I never answer the phone 5 minutes before closing time, but for some reason I picked it up. It was a customer wanting me to stay open even later tonight as their builder gave them a deadline to get their appliances ordered or their house.