After comforting my stepmother about my father's infidelity, we had sex in the basement. We then proceeded to the fourth woman, who is wealthy

In the wake of discovering my father's infidelity, I found myself seeking solace in the arms of my stepmother. The revelation had left me shaken, but her comforting presence was a balm to my wounded soul. As we descended into the basement, the tension between us gave way to a fiery passion that had been lying dormant for far too long. Her voluptuous figure, accentuated by her ample bosom, was a sight to behold. I couldn't resist her allure any longer, and we succumbed to our desires. Our tryst was a testament to our deep connection, a testament to the raw, primal instincts that had been suppressed for so long. As the climax approached, I found myself yearning for more, for the taste of another woman's touch. And so, we welcomed the fourth woman into our midst, a woman of considerable wealth and insatiable desires. The night was just beginning, and the pleasure we were about to experience was beyond anything we had ever known.