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After that awesome night with Nat and Molly things changed very little, at first. My 17 year old stepdaughter did not discuss it, and*I was not going to push my luck. However, Nat did begin to be more of a tease around the house. In a subtle fashion, she would give me little smirks, rub against me in passing, and displayed more laxity in what she wore. She often would wear a tee shirt with no bra that had her tiny tittie?s nipples poking out. Under her tee shirt, she now wore only panties and didn't think twice about how she would bend over to give me a peak. Once in the kitchen, after she squeezed by me at the counter in a way that seemed not so necessary, I gave her a pat on her ass with a cupping fashion. She quickly turned her head and gave me a sneer that let me know it wasn't going anywhere.One day I came home to find Nat*on the family room couch under a cover with a buzzing coming from down low. She quickly fumbled for the off switch, but it was obvious she knew she was caught. I sat down in a nearby chair and told her she might as well finish and that I wouldn't mind. She called me a *quot;Perv*quot; Escort Başakşehir and then gave me a smirk and not a sneer. She confirmed with me her mom was still at work and the turned back on the toy. She closed her eyes and went to*it under the throw, but I could make the outline of her hand around the tool*as she rubbed and inserted. I rubbed my now rock hard member through my pants. She opened an eye and saw what I was doing and began to lightly moan with her eyes closed again. My rod was now in my palm and I squeezed with passion as her titties were now exposed and she grew closer to her peak. She told me she was close in an almost guilty whimper and I told her*I was also. As she shuttered I exploded and she looked me in the eyes as we both finished our orgasm. She got up from the couch and pulled her shirt down and didn't say a word as she walked by and dropped her panties in my lap and returned to her room. I balled them up gave them a whiff and used them to clean my cream off my stomach.After that Nat still was a tease towards me until that one day I will Bayrampaşa escort never forget. She had failed a test at school after staying out past curfew and her mom had taken away her car keys. With her mom away at a seminar she came at me with those titties poking and panties showing telling me she wanted to go up state to her boyfriend's college. *quot;Please tell me where the keys are*quot; she whispered in my ear as*I was pouring my self a screwdriver feeling her titties on my back. I turned and told her I wasn't having any of that. She again pleaded. I told her with a stern voice that I was tired of her teasing me with tee shirts and panties. I grumbled that she headed out of the house when decked to the hilt, made up like a beauty queen, smelling with perfume that lingered long after she was gone. I told her I was going to take a shower and she should make herself more presentable if she wanted me to hear her questions about keys. When*I got out of the shower, I wondered what I would find as I put on my PJ's. When I walked out of the bathroom I found Nat on Beşiktaş escort bayan my bed, on her knees, drinking my Screwdriver. She was wearing a short flimsy skirt, a camisole top, and black high heels. She had made up her face like a model and smelled like a pole dancer. She had her blond hair down and hanging some in front of her shoulders. Her cherry red lipstick was thick and her tongue was licking the drink from the corners of her mouth. Her nipples pressed like erasers against the white top and I could see the red panties with the way she spread her legs.*quot;You're going to give me those keys!*quot;*quot;No, well maybe*quot;She said she would do anything to get the keys, and I questioned her sincerity. I asked her to touch herself and she asked where. I told her to begin with her belly and chest. I stood next to the bed as she*began rubbing her breast through her top as her other hand fingered her belly button. I told her to lower hand from her stomach and she followed my hint and put her hand down her skirt. She asked again about the keys. I told her to concentrate on what she was doing and not the keys. I asked her if she was a good girl. She said yes, but with a puzzled look. I asked her to tell me what she was touching. She said it was her ?Cooter.? I asked what else it called. *quot;It's My Muffin.*quot; I asked for a dirtier name. She stroked deeper and said *quot;My pussy!? *quot;Yes,? I said, as I rubbed my dick through my PJ's.