’ ‘I can’t do this. I’m not like this. I’m not like you, Mei!’ ‘It’s the best thing ever. When your ass is in the air, with your wrist...s tied to your ankles and Philip’s thumping his cock on your ass cheek and you’re wondering which hole he wants.’ ‘Oh, fuck…’ ‘It’s the best feeling on earth.’ ‘No… no… Mei!’ ‘You love me?’ ‘I so fucking love you, bitch!’ she shouted. ‘Be my little slut?’ ‘Anything!’ Karla felt that an expression of conventional love, lesbian in nature, sure, but normal love. I had known of Lana years before she became my stepdaughter from her mom. I didn't think much of it since she was just my friends' k**. I never knew that one day this k** would become my stepdaughter and someone I would come to respect, care and love for very much. During my marriage, Lana and I became very close like father and daughter. You could tell that she yearned for a father figure in her life since her own dad was often elusive and working many hours per week to make ends meet. Lana. Julie and I had walked the town of Beaufort after lunch, and the more we moved away from the waterfront, the more we were lost in the history of old Victorian and antebellum mansions on quiet streets lined with old oaks dripping in Spanish moss. This was a town of my dreams, and from the first night in Hilton Head, Beaufort was what I dreamed about. In particular, I dreamed of a specific massive southern mansion we’d seen on Hamilton Street. As Julie and I had walked, we had bantered. She just didn't know what kind of porn and never bothered to ask; she just figured that was my thing and it wasn't a big deal to her. It might have been a somewhat different story if she ever saw “Strapon Angels Banging Their Men.” She kissed me once more and said goodnight. I watched her ass wag out the door before I sighed and went back to my game. A few more minutes and a quicksave later, I closed it down and fired up my browser. I checked out some pegging sites and watched two of my.