He was putty in her hands. She was molding him like clay. She rested her cheek against his thigh. He could feel the warmth of her breath waft up the i...side of his leg."Nice things, big brother," she whispered.Incest is taboo! His conscience screamed. Stop this, Janice, he silently pleaded. But when he tried to speak, no words came out. His vocal cords seemed as stiff as his prick.No matter what his conscience said he was unable to do the right thing. He sprawled on the chair as the teenager. Delicately, he pinched her taunt nubs and she felt the wetness between her legs increase dramatically. When Johns mouth finally moved to envelope her hard nipples, Cadee was panting in excitement. A wet tongue licked and caressed. Her right hand squeezed his inner thigh, but the denim feel of his jeans didnt match the warm skin contact she desired. Take it out, she begged. Cadee wanted to taste his dick on her tongue, to slide it down her throat as far as she could. She wanted to really hear. Keep fucking me you big dicked bastard!" The guy, a k** really--no more than 20, looked at me, smirked and settled back down on top of my 45 year old wife. He did have a huge cock. It had to be at least 8 inches long and as fat as a Louisville Slugger. He just got to churning that big bat in and out of my wife's nasty-whore cunt. "Oh fuck. He's so good. Jesus, you're so BIIGGGGG! Oh, god, Bryan, he knows how to fuck!" As he started pounding deeper with her urgings, she looked up at me and. As we sped along I began thinking about the time I had replaced the transmission in Garnet’s Crown Victoria right in her garage when she first moved into her new house. Tom and David had bought the house for her and for the first time in her life Garnet had a ‘real’ house with an actual heated garage. The house was on a thirty year mortgage but it was a beautiful little house and just right for Garnet. It was a small and modest track home in a blue collar neighborhood but Garnet loved her new.