I am sitting here in my home office, and my ex-husband is upstairs in the guest bedroom sleeping. Seems he has managed to get himself into some trouble. He showed up at where I work last night and said he needed to talk. I told him that I can’t just sit down and talk to him, because I was working. He could meet me after my shift was done. He didn’t leave, he stayed. He was making me feel self conscientious because every time I would get near him he would just be staring at me. I really wanted to know what it was that he wanted to talk to me about.
When I got done he was in the parking lot waiting for me. I asked him what he wanted. He said that we should go back to my house and he would tell me there. The whole drive home I kept imagining what it was he was going to tell me. Did he find out about me and the girls? Did he find out about Marcus? Did he find out that I like to do drugs?
Finally we both made it back to my house, he followed me inside. I paid the sitter, then we both went into the kitchen. He sat down and started to cry. What the fuck was going on? I have never seen this man cry before, never. I wasn’t sure what to do. I rubbed his back until he stopped. He looked at me and said that he really fucked up. I told him to go downstairs in the family room and I would get us something to drink after I changed and would be down in a minute.
I handed him a beer, then sat next to him. He started to put his hand on my thigh and try to kiss me. Oh hell no. This was Not going to happen. He got the hint, then he told me what was wrong. The woman he married has a Daughter and a Son. Both of which are a few years older than my eldest girl. His step-daughter took some pictures of him and her together, but he was drunk and passed out, but from the look of the pictures you cannot tell that he was unconscious. She sent them to him when he was at work and now she wants him to pay for her new car. If he doesn’t she will show the pictures to her Mom.
I told him to just tell his wife what happened before the little shit can send the pictures. He told me that he didn’t know how, plus, she always takes her Daughter’s side in everything. There is no way she would believe that he wasn’t awake when all this happened. We talked for a long time, then I told him he could sleep in the guest bedroom. As soon as I heard him snoring, I called Marcus. I gave him all the information on this girl. Where she goes to school, what she looks like, where she lives, where she works, the whole thing. Marcus said that he would take care of it. I am pretty sure that little bitch is about to be in a world of hurt, and she is going to receive the most brutal fucking of her life.
All I am doing now is waiting for a call from Marcus. I am not going to let the ex-hubs go home until I receive that call. I am pretty sure that his Step-Daughter will have a huge change of heart at some point today. Who knows, I might even go and wake him up and give him a nice fuck just to help make him feel a little better.
Guided masturbation has been so much fun. My stepdad has helped me learn about my body. At first, I was a little nervous and scared. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew I had to keep all our one on one secret hobby. I learned so much form him. I had no idea I could myself feel so good. My little clit was real gold. I never knew I could feel all that pleasure. I was a young girl ready to do anything to get attention. I didn’t have to look too far. My stepdad had his eyes on me and wanted to make me a girl with experience. I knew our fun times together would pay off, I perfected the blowjob with him, and I was able to show it off that skill to all the boys in the class.
