Her pussy clenched around my cock, almost sucking at it.“Huh, Iliasa?” I asked.She quivered, squirming, her breasts rubbing against me. Her face c...ntorted in bliss. Her eyes squeezed shut. She whimpered and moaned. I loved her fight. Her struggle. She thought this was wrong, but I would show her how right incest was.“If you don’t say anything, I’m just going to fuck you hard,” I whispered.She gasped, her twat squeezing around my dick. “N-no, I don’t want you to fuck me!”“Are you sure?” I asked.. .. either one of you.”“Hand me the damn phone,” Tanya said, as she rummaged in her purse for her phone and the phone number. She looked back at my wife, “You in?”Adriana glowered straight into my eyes and answered her, “Yeah, call him.”Tanya fumbled with the phone, finally pressing ‘send’ and putting it up to her ear. She was watching her husband when we heard the ringing. I thought she might have been faking. Before he answered, she switched it to speaker-phone. Shit, she was doing it. I. "She tried to work while holding my hand."Jill. It's OK. You can let go."She got a suitcase packed and put some pants and a shirt in it. She held up a transparent nightgown and I shook my head no. She returned it to the drawer and pulled out a pretty blue one that was more suitable for wearing in my living room."Anything else you need? Makeup? Books for school? Bathroom stuff? Do you wear underwear or shoes?"She giggled, said "Oops" and smiled. She got in gear and got a few more things. I held. She graduated from Southern Methodist University at the top of her class with a degree in English. She had a brilliant command of facts and figures and could present an informed position on any current political event. Tonight she wore a tight-fitting strapless blue silk gown and simple pearl earrings. With her stiletto heals, she stood eye to eye with most of the men and was a head taller than the other women. At twenty-four, she was the youngest woman in the room by at least a decade and.