Thinking to myself that this was crazy, she’s my step-daughter. I ran my tongue up and down her folds, licked and sucked her clit, and tongued as deep as I could into her slit. desi sex Two years later Kathy and I got married, Carrie was even more into soccer, and I was officially “step-dad”. I shook her, said her name louder, and even tried slapping her face, but she was gone. Then I remembered Amy and I pulled the covers off Carrie, tossing them to the floor. I sighed and got up to use the bathroom. I dated other women and spent time with Kathy when I could. I stopped at the doorway with the memory and visions of Amy floating through my head and looked back at my step-daughter.
