I am sexually aroused by feminine females and feminine-looking crossdressers smoking cigarettes. Men smoking are a turn-off. Cigars are a turn-off. Pi...es are a turn-off. Non-white cigarettes are a turn-off. “Cork”-tipped cigarettes are a turn-off, they must be all-whites. Length must be at least 100 mm; 120 mm are vastly better. I dislike superslims. I dislike lights or ultralights, simply because the exhales they provide are less dense. I generally dislike lipstick marks on the filter. Holders. God, she felt so good on me. I should wake her by slipping into her silken depths. I loved fucking her and looking into her eyes as I jizzed; it hadn’t lost any of its taboo nature yet. I prayed it never would. Knowing that she was the woman who birthed me and was now one of my life partners still made me heady with unbridled lust, and I almost couldn’t wait to see her belly swell with my child. Her sexy body had me salivating like a dingo in a daycare, but with a regretful sigh, I decided to. I threw my overnight on the recliner and picked up the phone before I flopped down on the bed. My fingers flew over the keys and I held my breath. ‘Oh please, let her be there.’ I said. She picked it up on the first ring. ‘I’ve been waiting for you.’ ‘Oh really,’ I said. ‘Well, I’m here and I love you so much.’ ‘So what are you doing now?’ she asked. ‘I just got to the room and you were the first thing on my mind.’ ‘Are you naked?’ ‘No silly, I just got here.’ ‘I’ve been laying here naked for. I turned to see this foxy chick with long black hair in a hula outfit whispering to Jennifer. I was checking her out from the rear, nice ass, nice small waist; the drink was starting to get to me and smiling. Suddenly the girl in the hula costume turned to me, she smiled and apologized while I was staring at her ample tits. I looked up and realized it was my sister wearing a wig (she has natural blonde hair). I felt awkward then she winked and pinched my butt as she walked away. My sister was.