Anybody seeing us would probably think we were in love the way we carried ourselves. I was crazy about her, but so unsure of how to deal with these fo...bidden feelings. I wanted to hug her and kiss her and keep her close, but that's not how cousins are supposed to act. I still try to take the high road, despite my heart and my cock telling me otherwise. On the way back to her apartment she climbed the five flights of stairs in front of me. I couldn't help but stare at her gorgeous ass as she. “I want you to fuck me, Sir! Use me! Use me for your pleasure. Anything you want. Any way you want. Just fuck me, please!” I reached down, held my cock, and placed the tip against her fuck hole. Then I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as far as it would go, forcing her cunt open until the head of my cock slid in. I stopped and asked her again what she wanted. “Your cock. I want your cock. All of it! Fuck me like the whore I am, Sir!” I’d never been so horny in my life as I began. He told me he thinks you're wasting your gifts here, bringing downbrain-damaged bunnies by the bushel." "Well duhhh," said Catgirl. "If it weren't for this goddamned sexist fantasyworld I'm stuck in, maybe I'd be putting my talents to better use." "Why don't you go to a world that's more, uh, congenial?" "Because I can't afford the paradigm shift. But I'm saving up for it, believeme." "Hmm," said Coyote. "If all you need is a loan, I could certainly . . . ." "No. No way. I'm not gonna wind up. Dianna was worried. Rick looked terrible. She quickly got the hot chocolate made, then went back to the living room and sat next to Rick on the sofa. ‘You want to talk about what’s bugging you?’ she asked. Rick shrugged and shook his head. ‘I-I don’t know,’ he said. ‘I’m all screwed up. My life’s all screwed up. Jesus! I don’t even know who I am any more.’ ‘Rick, what’s wrong?’ Dianna asked. ‘Aw shit…’ Rick said. He got up and began to pace. ‘The other day, I saw my dad screwing Miss Conklin.