Her bending over became longer with her knees bent less. She knew they could catch glimpses of her ass and barley covered pussy and she was getting a ...hrill out of it. She added an extra bounce or two to her ball throws as the practice went on. She realized she was doing this because she enjoyed it more and more.It was not as if the wrongness dissipated, it was just that the arousal increased. When it came time to give her son a hug as he came off the field, she knew her hug more intense than. "But, why not?" he asked. "I thought that you enjoyed sucking and drinking jism, Helen." Oh, I do. But it's just too frustrating for me, Harold," she explained. "I do love to have a mouthful of prick--but my poor cunt feels so neglected and abandoned when I'm blowing. I simply can't give head for very long while my pussy is empty." Damn!" Harold snorted. "I don't see what I can do about that. I only got one prick." If only there were another prick available," said Helen wistfully. "Then I could. She could still barely see the doctor.Another finger moved up to accompany the first on its scientific investigation. It slid in with comparative ease next to the first. Annette could feel the doctor as he rubbed the inside of her wet cunt. His fingers brushed against the inner walls of her wet fuck hole, first on one side, then on the other. Next, they moved up to the roof of her hot cave, where they rubbed back and forth in exploration.When a third finger plunged into her gaping pussy,. Yes, I know that is called incest in the world out there, but here it’s quite acceptable. The reasons for it being unacceptable are the problems of inbreeding, but modern contraception has solved that so really there is no reason for this taboo anymore.’ ‘So if I was invited to stay here and I chose to, what would happen?’ ‘That would just depend on so many variables that it’s impossible to predict. Just wait and see what happens. We don’t necessarily control the future.’ ‘Hmmm, OK, so what.