I pick up my phone and a message reads: 'I'm coming over in 5. Hope thats OK' It's from her. But she never comes over. I take one last drag and put th... stub out. Pick up my still steaming mug and bring it inside. I sit down back at my computer, open a blank page, and put fingers to keyboard to record my thoughts. My writing is interrupted- Knock knock knock then my phone vibrates in my pocket, sending shivers down my leg. 'Knock knock knock' it read. I open the door and there she stands, her. He feasts on her sweat and fear; her trembling body is covered with a slick layer of sweat. Khan’s juices drip from her cunt and roll down the inside of her thighs. She looks incredibly sexy even with her hair matted into clumps and her makeup streaked across her face like a well-used slut fucked to perfection. Tentatively, she reaches for her Master’s cock, a formidable tent beneath his dress slacks. He always dresses properly for every occasion and her final submission or resignation to. The front door opened with a loud bang as it swung into the wall, and their Father stumbled in and looked at his two children embracing each other lovingly on the couch. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?" he bellowed, his voice echoing off all of the custard yellow living room walls. Brad and Tavia flew apart to opposite ends of the couch, both horrified at the thought of what their Father would do now. He stomped across the room in his large work boots, the house seeming to shake a little bit with every. For a long time we sat there silently. Her thighs were still spread wide, and I was still cupping her pussy, petting it lovingly as I stared with great pleasure at this spot that I had coveted for so long.Finally Mom lifted her head and looked into my eyes. "Oh, God, honey! What have we done?" she said in a rather slurred way of speaking. "I thought we were just going to kiss." Well, we were kissing," I said, and I kissed her once more. "I love you, Mom. I've always loved you more than all the.