I apologies for the weak orgasm you had while reading my last letter. I am sorry I failed you so miserably. I will happily accept your punishment.Agai..., in greater detail, my deepest desire, my most treasured fantasy is to make love to my daughter Denise.Denise covered her mouth with both hands. She was shaking and her heart thundered in her ears. She hesitated for a second, not sure if she wanted to read any more, not sure if she could read any more. But like a magnet pulling on iron, Denise. “I’m abut to do things to Mia” I said, using a strong, committed tone, “that I’ve only dreamed of doing to you.”With those words, I leaned down and gave Mia’s splayed pussy and long, slow lick that had her moaning out in extasy. I repeated this until she was close to cumming and then stopped, raised my head, leaned over to Mia’s face. “Suck my tongue, bitch.” I ordered. Mia opened her mouth and sucked my tongue, tasting her own pre-climax juices. My wife’s face was inches away and she looked. ^ ^ ^ ^ My friend Ken’s thoughts notwithstanding, I didn’t figure I had a snowball’s chance in hell of getting a date with Kristi Golden. The reason I’d never met her before, or even knew what she looked like, was because we ran in completely different social circles. She was a country-club type, someone whose success in her field had thrust her into the elite in our community. I, on the other hand, am more comfortable in a more modest social circle. My friends are my colleagues at the paper,. Most of the routes Iuse are temporary, at best. Pocket rifts, microscopic black holes,people on phase-out drugs, that sort of thing." Far out...really. Isn't that dangerous though? I mean, couldn't youget lost in there?" Oh yeah, one time I was stuck in a junkie's brain for three days beforehe shot up again. But usually I have enough time to blow a door openbefore the path closes completely." She was losing me. I barelyunderstood how subspace worked to begin with, and she was talking.