I max out at 200 miles. I don’t have a destination, just a general direction.And I shouldn’t give you the impression I wasn’t writing anything. ...ome author, I don’t remember who now, had posted two or three incest stories a day in December and January. I’m a sucker for those stories, but the more I read of them the more they all sounded the same. Brother and sister look at each other one day, suddenly realize they are madly in love, fuck, get pregnant, and Mom and Dad reveal that they are. I felt around for his nipples and rubbed over them roughly with the palm of my hand, then sucked onto first his left nipple then the right. Once they were good and damp, I blew on them. He sucked in his breath, hollowing his stomach enough to give my hand space to slip into his pants. Oh yes, I knew what he liked. At last my hand settled over the velvety smooth cock I had been lusting after. I kept my hand in the confined space of his pants, not bothering to open them. I could smell his tangy. “One way – not the only way, but an important one – for awriter to establish credibility is by knowing whereof she speaks,”Celeste told Amy. “I’ve printed out your last story, and I thoughtwe’d walk through it scene by scene.” She reached over to the counterfor a few pages of laser paper. “Ted, would you like to read it, soyou know where we’re at? Bruce and I have already looked at it.” I wiped my hands and took the sheaf of. .. CUMMING!" and then she exploded bucking wildly in our arms, twitching back and forth as her second orgasm hit.Her little arsehole squeezed my hard teen cock again, and that was it for me, with my foster sister screaming in pleasure in my ear, and her little arsehole tightening it self on my hard cock, i felt my balls tighten and then churn."OH SHIT!" i groaned loudly, as my cock exploded in her arse.As my balls began to unload themselves deep in my foster sister's little butt hole, our.