Your thighs are just slightly spread. Your thoughts now are including a mix of one of your business clients, an attraction toward him and another man ...ou had seen somewhere else. You speak legion of desires for both. I can alter my being into either one and this is why you have allowed me to enter your life, the realm of unspoken lustfulness that you would periodically acknowledge in your real world to maybe one friend, periodically to your husband. But you allowed the safety of my world to. “We’re done!” He growls at her. “I’ll fucking get you back for this” he aims at me.“Brad, please...”“No fuck off” he shouts as he begins to storm his way out of the house. Stacey is frozen in the doorway. A mix of emotions rushing through her.“NO! You fuck off! Don’t you ever come near me, my brother or my house again! Don’t call me or text me! You piece of shit! Touch me again and I’ll cut your little fucking dick off!!” I’m sure Brad is out of the house before Stacey finishes her screaming.. "The truck is yours Joe and Abby the ford Taurus is yours." Excitingly, I jolted towards my new truck. In doing so I completely ran over my sister and fell on top of her, my hands on her tits. "I'm so sorry Abby, I-I didn't mean to..." But before I could finish my sentence, she grabbed my hands and pressed them more into her tits before she rolled me off of her and walked over to her car. "What was that?" I thought, then I started to think how great her breasts felt in my hands. Those thoughts. Ever since her temporary employment at Dr. Naz’s fertility center she desired to go back and taste another round of delicious sperm. She barely remembered being the prude wife who had never even tasted a cock. She used to be a successful business woman that managed multi-million dollar accounts but after allowing Joel to use her mouth, skyping with the teenager, and swallowing vial after vial of cum she felt different. Along with the feelings of remorse and guilt of what she had done in the.