Jill felt her internal muscles twitching; she hoped she wouldn't start to respond visibly to this man's ministrations."Let's just say I found out abou... his little game, and decided to move in." Hmm. So what have you got planned for her today? She's very pretty, you won't spoil her, will you?" asked the barber, casually."Mind yer own fuckin' business will ya? Just get that snatch shaved and keep yer nose out!" snarled Bernie. The old man continued his work in silence, his eyebrows furrowed as he. Actually “like” probably isn’t a strong enough word. “Lust after” probably fits better. I’ll be honest, from the first moment I saw her she was forever entered into my memory spank bank. Her breasts have to be in the D range and natural. Of course that’s just me looking at them through a shirt, so I guess I can’t be sure. Anyways I have seen her in sweatpants and her ass is the kind you want to make pillows out of. Despite all this she still has a small waist. Growing up girls were always quick. Her pussy wide open now, the panties pulled down and to the side, and his fingers thrusting in and out of her, making me moan right along with Peggy. He whispered to her, and all I heard was “back seat”, and then felt her nudge me to let her out. When we got outside the car, she slid her panties down, and leaned on me to get them over her feet. She handed them to me and said “hold these”. My first thought was ewwwwww, but as I pushed them in to the pocket of my jeans, a thunderbolt of lust hit. She walked out of the living room back into her room and closed her door. I just sat on the couch, motionless for a few minutes before opening my laptop and logging back into it. She hadn't read the story, just seen the title. Thank god. I deleted my browsing history and tried to think of what to say to her if she asked anymore questions. We had both just turned eighteen so it wasn't like it wasn't completely twisted, but it was still incest. But something about incest drove me crazy, and my.