Jack froze, God his stepm*m was dirty! He moved his hand away , had he gone too far?"Please my pussy ! I need to feel you , please rub it , please", h...is step m* m begged. This was just like an internet soundtrack! Sylvia began to writhe under what covers she had still on. Jack looked to his d*d , who just smiled and said quietly , "wel done s*n!"Peter mover forward, "want to see more?"Jack nodded could this get any better than it already was?Peter took the duvet then smiling pulled it totally. Rachel and her husband were not wolves, but they understood pack."Roger and I wanted you to have this," she said, motioning to the folder.I rarely thought of him by name; he was the twins' father. Sometimes, I thought of him as my father. He might not have deposited the seed that germinated me in my mother, but he slept with her and cared for me. The last part made him more of a father than my stepfather or the biological one. I could have denied Rachel, but I had given my word on his deathbed.. She had changed into a plain white blouse and a mid-thigh wool skirt that made her look sort of like she was wearing a high school uniform. I wondered what she was going to say this time.“Hi, Carl! Remember me, my name is Cleo.” She exclaimed, looking up at me and grinning broadly. “The rest of the girls and I are thrilled to have a real, live pervert living in our basement!” I felt myself blushing and getting mad again at the same time until I saw the big grin on her face. Then I was. “Let’s get the professionals to give it their best and see what they suggest. You can always veto their estimate and go another route but at least you’ll know what’s wrong.” She was not convinced but didn’t have a better idea, so she capitulated and allowed me to flag down the parking nearest lot attendant and ask him to radio for the tow truck.As we waited beside her car she said, “I’m Becky by the way.” It was the first time I saw her smile and hoped it wouldn’t be the last. She had a world.