She mentioned 'supply and demand' at least three times during dinner. She was certain that there weren't enough good looking non-bitchy girls to go ar...und, so she had 'take me as I am' written all over her smug intolerable face ... but nearly everything about me needed to change.No matter how beautiful a woman is, there is always at least one man that won't put up with her shit. If you look at listings of the fifty or one hundred most beautiful actresses and supermodels in the world, a pretty. Disappointingly I slept with only imagination. After some time she put her hand across the pillow and her arms were touching my shoulder. All this while I didn’t have the idea of fucking her because she was my cousin and apparently my friend. I slept soon as I was also very tired. Late in the midnight I rolled over towards my cousins’ side and her hand was on the bed and touching my ass. I turned back to see if she was awake but she was asleep.So I thought it wasn’t intended and moved a little. “OH FUCK!” She screamed as we started gaining speed. Grace had climbed on to my Moms face. She shoved her tongue in her pussy. Ashleigh switched on her vibrator.“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ME, FUCK YOUR SLUTTY MOM” She purred as I went deeper into her ass.“OOOOOOHHHHHHH FFFUUUUUCCCCKKKK OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH” Grace and Ashleigh cried together, as orgasm swept over them.Mom’s legs were shaking, I sensed she was close. I pulled out of her ass, and shoved my cock into her pussy, matching Ashleigh’s rhythm. He’s over and done with me and I sit here rotting. Waiting for the scar tissue around the hole in my mind (where all of the things I believed about him have been distorted, warped, changed and ripped out) to harden. Waiting for the scars across my torn fingerprints to close and fade into one of the many lines that say so much without speaking. He worked his way into my fingerprints. Fingerprints do change. They are lives. You can read a fortune upon them and, if you follow the curves,.