Miranda! Where are we? The poor girl was in shock.“Baltimore,” she answered weakly.I don’t care what city. Do you have a home here? Can we get t... it?“Yes.” She hesitated as we looked around. “That way.” She didn’t move. Fuck! I started walking.You’d better keep telling me which way to go if you ever want to get home again.I was a little snappish, but fuck! I’d just killed a man! I wasn’t feeling all that charitable.What happened back there? Why were you out alone?“I went to the market to get. I felt finally atpeace with the way I looked, and I loved it. I felt totally wonderful. I twirled around slowly, enjoying how the skirt and heels had shaped mylittle bottom. I also went slowly because I'd never worn heels as highas those before. But I couldn't wait until I could show myself off! Myheart beat more quickly when I wondered how Bob would react."Why so much white, Mandy?" I asked her. "You and the other girlsusually wear lots of black, or red, and stuff like that." I turned. I sit close and she smiles and begins to play with her hair, before leaning in and asking if I was also a student. We continued talking for some time before we both come to the conclusion that the club is overcrowded and neither of us should be there.On the walk back to campus she opens her bag and passes me a condom. "I was too shy to tell you earlier, but I'd really like it if you came back to mine?". Slightly stunned I smile, and stare back at her deep brown eyes. The anticipation increases. I loved her fight. Her struggle. She thought this was wrong, but I would show her how right incest was.“If you don't say anything, I'm just going to fuck you hard,” I whispered.She gasped, her twat squeezing around my dick. “N-no, I don't want you to fuck me!”“Are you sure?” I asked. My hands stroked up her sides to her large breasts. “Don't you want me to fuck you? To breed you?”The heat of her pussy flared. A warm breeze swirled around us, her white hair dancing. Her blue eyes quivered. She.