I opened my mouth a little and let him kiss me. I felt his tongue slip into my mouth and move around darting in and out. I moaned again. He kissed me ...passionately. I looked down and saw Stems cock had hardened. It was leaking a clear fluid steadily out the head of his phallus. I took a deep breath and reached for it. I was so aroused at the sight of his huge dick waving around within my reach. He continued to push his fingers in my hole making me cum. I began to suck hungrily on his cock. I. You know ... in the same house. You think this is a big deal? I mean, me being your son?" he asked tentatively."Yes ... I think it's a very big deal. I never liked the term step-father, or step-son. You are a part of this family, and I want you to be equal with everyone else. I would be proud to have you as a son," he said solemnly.Tim looked misty-eyed at that point and then pushed the chair back, rose and walked slowly toward Brent. As he stood before him, he held out his hand. Brent looked. In her 'Sent' box was her reply tothe first one. Andrea had written Greg, "Are you better than the man ofmy dreams?" It contained a picture of me, held unconscious in anembarrassing position by Monica and Rebecca, with Sonya smiling as shecovered my dick in whip cream. Greg's reply to her reply was simply a maplink to his apartment. Her reply was an eyebrow-raising, questioningemoji.Incredibly, not one single email ever considered whether I would reactother than positively to the events of the. I know you’ve all but brought them off with your big bucks and all of that,” I said.“Yes, they’ve all had pretty much everything that they’ve asked for or needed certainly. But, money isn’t the only thing there is to parenthood. Of course you can be forgiven for ignorance of those kinds of things since you—and it’s been your choice—chose to be absent from the lives of the children. I have damn little sympathy for you in that regard,” he said.“Hmm, so if I’m such a lousy father figure, and I.