. we weren't gonna do it?"Nodding that yes, I remembered, I just stared at her breasts. They were full and, I thought, remarkably firm with a slight u...turn to her pebbly areolae. How, I wondered, could her nipples be so hard when my cock was so soft? Going on as if it were the rhetorical question it really was, she continued, "Like you're my brother and as much as I love you... well, you know... it's the incest thing."Still nodding, I licked my lips. God I was dry! With one foot on the chair. To my disbelief, this allowed him to get even deeper, even as blood from my cervix tearing started to mix with our juices."Fuck bag, I tore your cervix, didn't I?" Rob bragged to me. All I could, at that moment, was simply grunt in the affirmative. I was too lost in the sexy feeling of having all of my womanhood plundered by this stud: pussy, cervix AND womb! Fuck! It was so intense!"You're never going to be able to go back to needle dicks after this, cunt. You know that right?" Again I. On one of my visits to Jean we arranged to go camping in Scotland. I had been told where there was a nice beach. I would take my small tent and camping gear which included a two burner plate. She would take her small tent and food for a couple of days. To go to Scotland I used my car and collected Jean at her house and put her gear into the car with mine. When we arrived in Scotland we found that there was a grassy area at the top of the beach I had been told about where we could pitch our. Maybe it would do her uptight cousin some good, too.“Oh, fuck, Eric!” she cooed, slapping her hand against the door repeatedly.“Oh, crap! Oh, Tamlyn!”Carried jabbed him with a sharp elbow. Sneering, she hissed, “Who the fuck is, ‘Tamlyn’?!”“The T.A. in my Social Anthropology class,” Eric blurted, blinking desperately at her as if he held a ticking grenade in his sweaty hands.Her eyes flared at him. “You’re supposed to be fucking me! Carie!”“You’re my cousin! I can’t do… my cousin!”“We’re not….