But as my hand fell between my legs, my tender pussy lips confirmed my suspicions that it was most certainly NOT a dream. It all flooded back to me, h...s warm embrace, his strong arms, that coc—oh my god what was I doing? This was my uncle I was thinking about! Despite those feelings though, I couldn't help how turned on I was, and had to refrain from rubbing my clit.I just dried my hair, and pulled it back into a pony tail, as I got dressed and headed down stairs. My Father and Mother were. The feeling of his mouth on her hot snatch still on her mind, and the taste of his spunky semen still in her mouth, she craved nothing more now than the actual act of incest; the actual penetration of her hungry twat by her own 15-year-old teenage son, the son she'd been secretly fantasizing about for a while now and served as inspiration for the smut stories she'd written and uploaded to the internet, but of whom she'd never dreamed that he would actually do all the perverted things to her. That was only a couple years ago. She was used to training and wanted to keep fit. To achive this she still trained a lot, but less strenuous activities that did not hurt her. She obviously did a good job it, there wasn’t a fraction of extra fat on her body. This was clearly visible for all to see.And she had always been attracted to older men. - I have never received such wonderful compliments, hearing … feeling... I could not resist the chance to meet you. As we turned a corner, she stopped. "I just did not expect to see a bed in your den. But I like the arrangement. I am sure that every proper prostitute has a bed somewhere to conduct business." That was a funny answer and both of us had a good laugh. Jennie sure had a wonderful sense of humor.I told her what I had in mind and she agreed. It was about the same scenario she had envisioned, we seemed to be a good team, thinking very much along the same lines.I screwed the camera to its stand and made sure of the angle. Next I.