I could live at home. The weather was grand, and the city was lovely. My stepmother was a housewife. Even though she had been a great mother to me, I ...still called her Cindy. She never minded, I don't think. Not a lot of women worked then. Salaries seemed adequate to support a family with a stay-at-home mother. I had two stepsisters, as well. Both girls had left home already. Sheila was married to her high school sweetheart. She was twenty-two years old now. Maggie was away at college. She was. A small surprise for me was that also her husband seemed to have trimmed his bush significantly. Again law-girl and my girlfriend were peeking at them while they walked down the steps. With the pool now filling up, we decided to leave as did our companioned couple. Since they were closer to the exit, they left first which gave me a wonderful view of law-girl's round bottom but her thighs stayed close together which prevented me from seeing even more. When I was just about to follow her out, I. 'Yes, Mr. Stevenson,' she whispered, her eyes shining. She seemed like a completely different girl than a couple minutes ago-as if she were purified, or reborn. 'I have never felt so...free...as I did just then. I literally gave you all of me, just like you said to, and as I felt myself let go, and you started shooting in me, every part of my body was electric. I came so hard, Mr. Stevenson. I can hardly move. I want it to always feel like that.'I kissed her deeply, reveling in the always. I sort of thought that he was going on a bit hard, I mean he was starting to give me a bit of a last lob listening to him. I imagined that what he was trying to do was get Chris hard and then he’d take the mick or something. I thought Steve had had enough fun at Chris’s expense so walked over to tell him to lighten up and Steve looked with his eyes to the serving hatch. It was open slightly and through it all I could see was an empty lounge. I gave Steve a puzzled look and he looked again.