There were still two large globs of sperm sparkling in the afternoon sun. I knew this was finally my chance.My tongue darted out and I tasted my steps...on’s fresh cum for the first time. It was delicious: Tangy and salty and slightly metallic. I licked every bit of it into my mouth, running it around on my tongue, savoring it, celebrating it, ultimately swallowing it.I needed to go further. Right in Bobby’s bedroom I shucked off my pants and laid down on my stepson’s bed, my hairy legs spread. It was August 21th, I was singing a song in Hebrew and brushing my hair, I couldn’t understand why that I wouldn’t like when I would catch my dad spying on me, felt weird, it's really hard to explain it, a mixed feeling of happiness , guilty and terror. I yelled:"What is it daddy? What are you looking for?" I asked rudely and I felt it needed to be in a rude way, I was sick of the games he was playing, hiding and being caught, so sick, so far from my dad, it was so primary, I was a teenager. "(Actually, the law is, 'not less than fifteen days before the day of the wedding')"I want what will make you happy. The legal document does two things as far as I'm concerned; it's a demonstration of my commitment to you and it gives the child my name. He or she will be my son or daughter, despite their D.N.A. So, for me, the sooner, the better." Okay," she breathed it with a sigh. "When we get to Lerwick, we can set things in train. Eric and Bridie need to be back on Mainland by Sunday. His window, was on the second floor. It gave him and his friends a unobstructed view, over my privacy fence. I asked how often they had seen me, and they just laughed. They said they thought I was hot, and they loved my body. They always wanted to see me up close. They said that maybe we could work something out. If so, they would promise not to tell anyone. I just sat there, Tom's hand had already made its way between my thighs. He was slowly opening my legs more. Joe, his buddy just smiled.