I couldn't write anything compromising to her, but she was not so restricted. I got some really hot letters describing what she was going to do to me ...he next time we got together. After reading the letters several times, I destroyed them. Of course, by this time, we were both fully aware that this was incest and something society simply did not tolerate. By this time, we were in love with each other, and as they say, it was too late. We would resume everything during holidays and summer. You probably know that I have done this multiple times.I slipped onto the soft mattress and took off my panties. I need him badly. Daddy was shirtless, showing all his complexing muscles. It made me almost drool.But I’m not here for that.I took off his pants with ease. I knew that daddy didn’t wear boxers because he left it on the floor. He was probably busy with himself.His meat sprang right up. Seven inches, maybe? Nine? Ten? Who knows? All I know is that it’s delicious.But I immediately. He knows what he wants.I notice there are fingers in and on my pussy, my hard clit is getting a loving treatment and electric shocks run up my abdomen.My "sweet" guy has pulled his cock out of my mouth, but I'm not free for very long.I hear their vulgar language about my body, it turns me on to hear them talk about me like that.Cunt, fuckmeat, whore, sperm bank, fuck doll, titty pig, sperm whore are the kind words they use about me.Now that wet horny cunt must be fucked says my guy. She should. I will say it as an absolute, because I know that's what I am, but of course it's always going to be subjective and up to the person who meets me to make their own determination of what they think of me.Recently, I've had to revist in my mind, why I would want to hurt someone I may get in a relationship with. For some, my desire to hurt them would be a huge turn on, for some it's just the opposite. But regardless of how they may feel or would want to proceed, I have to be comfortable and own my.