As I kneel in nature's carpet, the warmth of my hands comes to rest on my hips the way she does to me, her proximity lighting me up as her mouth brush...es mine. That crackle escalates between us as we take turns capturing one another's lips before the kiss turns potent, tongues lancing, swirling like the leaves that stir once more around me.I trace fingertips up my body, skim my breasts, then down, exploring the curvature the way she does, each time as if it's her first touch. That's one of the. What do you and your wife like then?" She asked me.I found this a very intimate question to ask a total stranger. She was asking me what I like sexually, and that seemed strange to me. It's definitely not something I would dare ask her unless we were on a date or something."Well, that's a little embarrassing. How about you read the story Holiday in Spain that will explain everything my wife and I are into? It's based on mostly actual events and a little part fantasy."I handed her the tablet. My dad just married a woman that he had known for some time; I think they were messing around for a long time.My mom was living with a guy she had known from work and, like Dad, I think they were having an affair for a long time.So, I live with my Dad and his new wife and her two daughters.My stepmom is very pretty, fairly tall, blond, and very curvy. A MILF. Her daughters are smaller versions of her, Allison is sixteen, a year younger than I am and her little sister, Erica, is thirteen.Not. ‘Well,’ my mother began, ‘I hardly think a marriage is really legitimate until-‘ ‘But that reminds me,’ Miranda interrupted. ‘One of the women from my church helped me to pick this out for you.’ She pulled a flat gift-wrapped package from behind our small Christmas tree and offered it to my mother, who paused her objection to take the gift. ‘I hope you don’t already have it.’ ‘Oh my,’ my mother said softly. ‘Thank you, dear.’ ‘Go ahead and open it,’ Miranda said excitedly, pulling me closer.