“My dearest Miss Deidre, your mother and the rest of the world will not accept your incestuous relationship. They will revile you for your taboo and...depraved lusts.”I faltered for a moment. Just for a moment.But Deidre didn't. She kept sucking so hard, moving in rhythm with me. I had to trust her. And even if we both lost, even if we both stopped being futas, we still had our daughters growing in our bellies, and we would still have our love. Who cared if everyone turned against us? Nothing. The tramp obviously took the fact hadn’t objected as a green light and I felt at least two fingers slide up my hole.I was now slobbering all over Bill’s rampant prick as the tramp fingered me, in all honesty I was living it.“Go on, finger the slut, she’s up for anything”I heard Bill say to the tramp.The next thing I felt something scraping the inside of my thighs and my snatch.The unshaven tramp was licking my twat and his unshaven face scraping the inside of my legs was delicious.The tramp got. She cried out loud like a baby, sobbinghiddeously, but part of the cry, he knew from past sessions, was the start of acry for joy, she was in the throws of conversion to orgasm. She had earliertaken 2 thorough soap suds enemas and a rinse enema to prepare her back doorjust for his use, and his alone. He bumped against her over and overloosening her up. Then He began to brutally lunge into her soft buns, withhis throbbing bone again and again, burried to the hilt in her rectum. Her armand. Jameson and Clarrie looked at the sixty something lean black man in the 1950’s police style uniform.“Yes,” Clarrie smiled, “The Crawfords? We are supposed to do our walk throw and move in today?”“Oh yes,” the man smiled, “Just need to see some ID.”Clarrie looked for her purse, Jameson pulled his driver’s license out of his wallet. The guard looked at it and wrote something on the clip board in his hand.“Thank you,” the Guard smiled, “Now you are going to be the one right at that corner over.