"The right woman could bring out so many good qualities in him," I heard repeating over and over. I was sure he was right, but at the same time I real...ized that "the right woman" would mean a stepmother. I started to cry, cuz I didn't like the idea at all.I guess you could say I cried myself to sleep, and I wasn't sleeping real good. Even that was interrupted in the early morning hours by an awful thunderstorm. Thunderstorms always scare me, though now that I'm older they didn't usually bother. I knew I was ready to take it.. I told Mark; OKAY YOU KNOW I’M YOUR BITCH LET’S TRY IT AGAIN.. I looked over my shoulder and I could see a smile on his face as he fingered me a little bit then started to work the tallneck bottle back in me.. It took a little bit of work for him to force it all the way in me but I was determined to take it for him.. Once he had most of it worked in me it started to feel good as I began moving my ass on it with him holding the bottle still for me... I was moaning. "How is he doing?" Great sir, which is surprising due to where you found him." ...great get him ready and tell him to meet me in the hallway your cousin wants the watchtower to meet him" Y-yes sir!" Kara responded giving a little salute that she was"Okay, you heard the man. Let's get you up and going." Kara said grabbing a set of clothes and walked towards the stud that laid on the bed. Pulling him up she began to help take off the his ripped off clothing, noticing that his biceps and the six. I forced my brain to shut down and just leave my body in control of things. (Granted, I know how much trouble that can get a person in, but I figured I was in as much trouble as I’d find myself in tonight.) This broad was fucking hot. She had my pecker lodged firmly in her hot box, with her feet solidly on the floor while her muscular legs pushed her up and down. She was thoroughly enjoying herself, and she apparently took great pleasure in being able to bring me to the edge of orgasm and just.