She frolicked about her living room while going through her final mental checklist. This was the last time she would have to think in a long while. Ut...lities were prepaid, neighbors notified of her ‘absence’, postcards from around the world post-dated for her mom to periodically receive. She had even said goodbye to her goldfish. There was nothing left to do but to get undressed, and since she was already down to nothing but socks, that didn’t take long.Her slender body now in the nude with. After all, she IS my best friend. But don't worry, Cindy took it much better than I did. She had heard of women who like to eat shit. She said they are mostly lesbians though. Is that true, Mom? Are you a lesbian?" Yes, dear. I'm afraid so. I had hoped you would never find out about me. I had hoped to protect you from the truth." Katrina's eyes went back to the floor in shame."Well, shit, Mother. I don't care if you like to eat pussy. In fact, Cindy, Karen and I have played around together. So I unzipped my pants, freed my dick, and placed it in her hand. I cupped my hand around hers and started jacking off with her hand. The feeling was new as I had never done that with Amy before. I started kissing her cheek, down her neck, and across her shoulders before I released her hand. I rolled her onto her back and removed her bra tossing it to the floor with her shirt as I gazed upon her massive cleavage. Her nipples were large, long and thick like a pencil eraser. They weren’t. I have an interest in this incestuous relation. Then in the evening she came to my room, knocked on the open door and said, “I’m hungry.”Me: *I was watching some English movie. Plugged off the earphones; what? Pranu: I’m hungry. What should we do?Me: Shall I bring something to eat? Or we can order pizza.Pranu: I know some cooking, can I try?Me: *smiled* Alright.She smiled and asked me to bring some mutton and few vegetables. By the time I return, she cleaned off my room, hall neatly. It’s.