My mother remarried a man who looks like a well known comedy writer-director. She is quite candid about him and tells me that he is hung two inches longer than my dad, who was seven inches. Mom has a solid fixation on penis sizes. Marvin is also always horny and I often hear mom saying in a hushed voice "Oh not again, and, "So soon?" or, "seriously?" She is content with him, however, since he is not only wealthy but generous with it, and considerate, so she lets him have all he wants.

His daughter, Marcy, is, like her dad, seemingly into sex but in strange ways. She comes over on weekends, does her code writing and is done by noon. She then naps, lies on the couch and naps with tight short-shorts and puts the pillow over her head. She is obviously flashing me and I can't get enough. I sit in the armchair and sneak peeks at her beautiful legs and butt-cheeks. She has a perfect camel-toe shape between her legs. Not a raving beauty, her slim, muscular legs and ass are good enough for me and I sit in the armchair tossing them off as fast as they come, lurking behind my National Geographic magazine, gawking at her legs while in my pocket, I have a solid grip on my cock and give it the works, exploding into my large handkerchief.

Marcy is tall and two years my senior. I know I am going to have her. I plan to do it a lot. It's more than obvious that she wants it.