So candid, so beautifully open and honest."How many times then? Come on, be honest with me, because I've been fantasising about you doing all sorts of... things to me. I've been playing with myself, imagining you sucking and fucking me. How many times, how many times?" she demanded.She kept repeating this same question as she started to cry... tears began to roll down her face. The sheer effort it had taken to say what she had just said had clearly taken its toll.I put my hands around her and drew. Soon enough I found myself stepping out of the last of my clothes and standing naked in front of my stepdad. I put my arms down by my side, fidgeting as I wasn’t quite sure what I should be doing with them.He looked me over appraisingly for a very long moment. It was beginning to get awkward. I had managed to tune out that I just stripped in front of him but standing there naked in silence was making it weird.When he opened his mouth to speak it felt as if everything froze except my heart,. He liked proper filled acquisition forms and hated the ones filled out partially or incorrectly. He expected that the fields not needed were marked with n/a for not applicable. How easy was it for the requestor to fill out these Computronic forms, why could they not pay attention to the little details, like he did?He looked at the next form coming up. Now this was a perfectly filled out form, it came from Bone Yard 49 of all places and it was for 50 Loki Torpedoes, 2000 TKU rifles, Twenty. I mean that thing was ENORMOUS. Grandpa’s salami was nothing compared to that. Uncle Joe’s cock was going in an out completely. His cock was at least one foot long and it had to be 3 inches in diameter: a monster cock! His hands were wrapped in the guy’s hair and his was fucking this mouth with fury. The most amazing thing was that the guy seemed to have no problems with that. No gagging, nothing! I would have gagged and died right there. Not him, he hand both of his hands on Uncle Joe’s ass.