“This emotional bullshit was never my strong suit. That’s why I left it behind. I fucked it up bad. I don’t want to put her through that.”“S... you do care,” the other Caine said with a knowing smile.“I do. She’s right. I care about all of them. Her especially, now. No idea why though,” Caine scowled. “You have to admit, this isn’t like us at all.”“No, it isn’t.” The other Caine walked around the still pair in front of them, walking on the surface of the water, casting a golden glow across the. After licking her pussy with my tongue as deep as I could get it I knew chloe was about to cum as her legs tightened their grip either side of my head rendering me deaf for a brief moment, then her flood gates opened and my face was covered in her juice, fuck she tasted great and I tried to drink as much as I could but some ran over my face. “Oh Yes” screamed chloe This was odd how she could say anything as it felt like she was still sucking my cock. Her orgasm subsided and she. In fact, Mom had said, Aunt Emma encouraged it, and even considered doing it herself. But what had gotten me interested in paying Aunt Emma a visit was hearing that she and Mom had fooled around with each other up until High School, and had made a failed attempt to seduce their older brother, Uncle Greg, during her freshman year of college. She'd been just as fucked up in the head as me and Mom. Getting into her pants was going to be a cakewalk. Anticipation made my cock throb achingly. In less than seven weeks, I had the first ten chapters written — it usually took me two weeks a chapter but this story was a labor of love, lust and larceny.A title was slowly coming to me; it would be 'red' something. My nom de querre would be Phillip Roux, the last name a French derivative of the word Red. After spending far too much time on it, the title of the first book would be 'The Redheaded Tryst.' Phillip was my protagonists name as well. It would be a first-person story! The wife, who.