MissaX Dana Vespoli Dear Annie - xxxCinema

MissaX Dana Vespoli Dear Annie - xxxCinema

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Dear Annie, it all started innocent enough.

I met the man of my dreams, got married, and moved into his beautiful home.

My life was perfect, and then there was my stepson.

My new husband's son is turning 22 years old soon,

but he lives at home to save money after college.

His name is Billy.

How do I describe Billy?

Hey, what's up, kiddo?

Want some juice?

Oh, I'm okay.

You sure? It'll be, uh, fresh squeezed.

Sugar makes me hyper.

I'd like to see that.

See what?

See you hyper.

Oh, well, maybe another day.

I'll take you up on that.

Is, uh, dad...

Your dad's big presentation is, uh, today at the convention,

and then I'm guessing he's gonna want to celebrate after.

You gonna join him?

No, I, I just get in the way.

You know, I don't like it when you flirt with me.

Have fun.

Oh, well, that's almost...

Worse.

It makes me feel like a schoolteacher or an old witch.

You're stunning.

You love it.

Juice?

Positive.

It started innocently enough.

A glance, a touch, a new husband is very successful.

But that also means it's very busy.

My stepson and I, we started to spend more.

I never imagined myself as a mother or a stepmother.

It was hard for me.

To see this young man as my stepson.

Maybe that's where the problem started.

I was lonely, and this young, handsome man.

My husband was gone.

But Billy, Billy was always there.

Smiling, gentle, sweet.

At first, I thought it was just in my imagination.

He can't be flirting with me.

Could he feel the same way?

I think he...

Yes, I'm sure of it.

He does.

He wants me as much as I want him.

And that brings us to what I'm writing about.

I need some sense talked into me.

If I'm going to be honest, some cold, hard sense.

Help me, Annie.

Tell me I'm crazy.

That my feelings are wrong and disgusting.

Tell me that I'm delusional for wanting to...

For wanting to feel his arms around me,

his cock deep inside.

Please, Annie, free me from this desire.

Signed, Desperate Mary.

What's up?

Not much.

Any big plans for the weekend?

Just not a bum around here.

You scratch my head.

Um, yeah.

You're lucky I don't bite my nails anymore.

A few years ago, all I had were nubs.

Really?

Yeah.

It's just a bad habit I picked up when I was a kid.

To be honest with you, I've been struggling with the temptation to bite my nails again.

Why?

Just nerves, I guess.

Oh, Dad?

Another really long day.

It's Saturday.

Yeah, but he runs a business.

And like he says, there's no end time when you're the boss.

It happens.

Makes me sad.

It shouldn't.

Can't imagine I make up for it.

Actually, you're the best company I could hope for.

What do you call me again?

Kiddo.

Not a husband.

Um, in some ways, it's, uh, actually better.

More energy, more fun.

I'm trying to say, is there certain things you can't get from a stepson, that's all?

What do you mean?

Well, certain things that a husband and wife do that wouldn't be appropriate for us.

Like what?

Kissing and sleeping together and making love.

Yep, right.

That would be inappropriate.

It just makes me sad that Dad doesn't give you those things.

I can take care of myself.

You upset anything?

It's, it's fine.

Um, honestly, I'm surprised that you noticed.

Of course I noticed.

Usually young men are not so attentive.

I'm not like most young men, am I?

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

You're not special.

So are you.

I really like you.

I like you, too.

I mean, I like you in a way that's not appropriate.

You're not mad.

I feel the same way.

This is, uh, we should stop.

Um.

Why?

It just, it's, it's wrong.

All this, uh, God, your, your, your father.

Forget him.

I can't forget him.

This, this is our bed.

Dad?

He's, he's, uh, Billy, please.

Happen again.

No, it's my fault.

It's up, okay?

We're both adults.

We can do this or we can't.

I'm so sorry.

I'm just, I'm just so nervous.

I'm sorry.

It's all wrong.

It's your father.

I, oh, Billy.

It's not a woman could ask.

Oh, yes.

I realized I didn't need dear Annie.

I am perfectly content with the chaos I've created.

God help me.

I am happy.

I am so fucking happy.

Thank you.

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Dear Annie, it all started innocent enough. I met the man of my dreams, got married, and moved into his beautiful home. My life was perfect, and then there was my stepson. My new husband's son is turning 22 years old soon, but he lives at home to save money after college....