"I need your pecker in my cooch," she moaned. "Fuck me, Daddy." Do it," moaned Marissa, her tongue nibbling at my ear. "It's so hot." Incest is the be...t," Rhonda May laughed."Yes, it is," agreed Annabeth as her tight cooch slid down my pecker, engulfing me in her incestuous flesh. "Oh, yes, Daddy. That's what my cunt needs."Deidre shuddered in the background, cumming on Lilith's mouth as my daughter worked her hips, sliding her hot cooch up and down my pecker. The twins caressed Annabeth's. I closed my eyes. Atharilesia, holding our daughter, flashed through my mind. They were both so beautiful and I would never see them because I fell to my death from...Why wasn’t I dead?I opened my eyes. I floated a foot off the ground, wrapped up in air. Faoril, standing farther down the street, shouted, “I’ll send Sophia to you.”I groaned as she set me carefully on the ground. I clutched my belly. Abdomen wounds were terrible, but they killed you slowly. I opened my mouth, struggling to warn. I slowly turning back around. Shirley was by then standing about two feet away from me. I silently inhaled her presence with my eyes. The transformation was complete. Gone were the sunglasses, the frumpy dress and the hair curlers. In their place was long silver blonde hair, laughing ice blue eyes, and a body to die for.'Fat!' No way, my glasses must need checking. I was immediately enchanted. I was bemused. I was flabbergasted. I was also trying not to get hard and embarrass myself.As I slowly. “You feel that?” she asked.“Sure did,” I told her. “I was wondering if you did.”“Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed, sounding dismayed.“What?” I asked, somewhat alarmed.“You know what that means, don't you?”“I, uh. No, I don't. What does it mean?”“It means we're going to fuck sometime real soon. God! I don't want to screw this up!”“Whoa, girl!” I laughed. “Take it easy, there. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do.”“That's just it,” she sighed warily. “I do want it. I want to feel you pressed.