Stepson Can’t Resist His Stepmom’s Curves As She Prepares Dinner

At lunch, I worry that the girls will ask me about Henry, but they must have forgotten, for it doesn’t even come up. Looking down, my boobs hang down over Henry’s chest. I was on top now, not because Henry is anything like Brett, but because he is inexperienced and I want to control the action. We were in the missionary position, and Brett was going too hard, too fast, and he is a heavy brute. “So, how did it go with you and Henry, yesterday? But part of the reason it was so good is that you made the experience special.” At my doorstep, he tenderly kissed me before leaving to go home. You’re cool, I just don’t think we have a future together.” Honesty is the best policy.