Hey, Stepdaddy. Don’t I look good in my pretty nightgown? How are things going with you and my mom? Oh, you don’t have to lie. You’re not the first stepfather I’ve had. I know allll about how her, hm, “affection” dries up after the wedding. Poor thing. I bet you’re so frustrated, aren’t you? I could let you fuck me, sure. But my mom and I…we’re cut from similar cloths, and we have an understanding about me and my stepdads. We want you high and dry—she’ll leave you dry, and I’ll get you high. You can look and listen and think, but you can’t touch. It’s better than nothing, right?