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UPDATE ON THE STEPDAD FROM SISSY THANKSGIVING STORY:

A lot of people have been asking what is happening with Skye’s stepdad in the Sissy Thanksgiving story. Here’s what’s been happening back home:

My stepdad has been home with my mom, enjoying some time off, fucking his wife hard, sunbathing in the garden, and generally chilling out.

Every now and then, however, his mind wanders to his stepson: “What is he up to? Is Mr. Gregory behaving himself? What is he wearing? I bet it’s skimpy…”

One evening, after a few drinks, his mind wandered to me. He was thinking of that time I went for a nap in their bed wearing one of my black bikinis.

He remembered that I had tapped on the bed near me, giving him an invitation to lie down. He wondered what would have happened if he had picked up on that at the time…

He daydreamed about it. One channel of thinking was that we would have sat in bed, watched TV, and giggled like we sometimes do.

His second thought was that he stepped towards the bed and I playfully lifted my feet up to his chest, slipping down to his shorts, and began tugging at the waist with my cute toes.

He thought that I would have asked for a massage. I would have taken off my bikini top, I would have sat on his lap as he lay down, I would’ve helped him out of his shorts as I took my bikini bottoms off.

He thought about how close my buttocks would be to his groin. He felt his cock stir in his pants as he snapped back to reality.

He dove back into his daydream.

I would lay on my back as he oiled my legs, back, and butt. He thought about my tiny cock tucked between my legs. He thought about my shaved butthole.

His cock grew harder.

Once he had finished massaging my back, I would flip over so that my front could be massaged. He thought about the idea that, if I turned over quickly enough, his bulging cock might slip into my ass.

He thought about my face wincing and me moaning slightly. He thought about how surprised he would be that I was pushing my body against his shaft and not away.

He thought about how his cock would have slid into my young asshole and when he looked at my face I was just smiling.

He thought about how I was gyrating my hips up and down. He thought about how he was fucking his stepson.

He thought about, in the throws of passion, picking me up, pushing me onto my back, pulling my legs up and taking a dominant role.

He thought about my cute, girly feet swaying in the air in front of his face as his cock pounded away.

He thought about his balls tightening and finally getting close to erupting. He thought about how, when he tried to pull out to cum, that I just held him closer and tighter so that he wouldn’t.

He thought about how he was filling my ass with his hot, long spurts of cum.

He thought about how his wife would be walking up the stairs and how quickly I would flip and try to get under the covers. He thought about how used and sticky my ass would look as I scrambled around.

He snapped back to reality again.

He looked down at his shorts and saw a wet stain. He had cum in real life.

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