"Just usually," I asked."I'll have to think some before I go back on a vague answer," she smile. You brought me a hundred turkeys, the least I can do ...is give you a bowl of soup."I knew better than to argue with Helen, so I left her kitchen with a huge plastic container of soup. Most of that would be headed to Sylvia's.I drove the preachers big truck back to the mission where my pickup waited. I had dropped the regular driver at his home as we entered town. Once I parked the truck in the mission. " And you've got one that's perhaps got a little more mileage than usual?" Yes. Looks better than its license plate would have you guess. Nice upholstery. Compact." I'll have a think. No promises. Have you got a spec sheet?" He sounded uncertain but Freddie was pretty sure he'd go for Denise. He was sure to be interested in seeing her trained from scratch, Freddie felt; he'd often talked about his ideas on training methods. Denise had got the sort of comfortable shape he went for, too: not too. "Yes! OH... oh yes!" Lydia moaned repeatedly as he made love to her. After just a few moments, Carthalo could feel the walls of her pussy tighten around his cock and juices poured out, all over the bed, and all over his manhood. Lydia let out a long, low moan, and she reached up and pulled on Carthalo's hair as she did, pulling his face right next to hers and she kissed him. Carthalo, feeling that her orgasm had subsided, began to thrust even harder, sending his seven inch rod as deep inside. I was fifteen, she was seventeen, my older step sister. Obviously, I had no experiences at that time other than masturbation. She always liked to tease me... "I have an oral fixation. I just... love to have things in my mouth, isn't that nice?" She would put up pictures of naked girls on her walls just to pretend she was a lesbian, though, I'm sure she is bisexual. I think it was just for attention, but she sure got mine.She was the daughter of my mother's boyfriend, it was horrible being.