George had removed his boots when he came in but I still wore my low heels and, despite his socks, I clearly felt his toes rubbing my shoe before he s...roked my ankle through my stocking.It felt rather nice and so I didn’t move even as he brought the conversation back to massages. He tried to convince me how beneficial it was for the whole body and the mind. “Hmm, that may be true,” I said, “but my daughter might not approve of what you’re suggesting.”He shrugged. “She would never need to. “I had sex with my sister,” he complained.“Wrong. We made love. Toss that ‘sister’ stuff aside. I needed you, Brad. Not some random stud. I could’ve hit a bar and had one of those in an hour. I needed YOU. Safe. Caring. Responsible. You, that I’ve known my whole life.”“You think of me like that?”“I do.”“But I’m your brother.”“Nope. Man that I’ve known and respected and adored my whole life. This is just the final level.”We made love. Got out of bed, went to the bathroom – he sounds like a. For Gene's soapy hand had slid unexpectedly into the slit of her unsuspecting pussy. "Feel good, Sarah?" he taunted, his fingers digging into the sensitive folds of her inner cunt. "Spread your legs, sweetie, so I can get at you better."Feeling trapped, Sarah split her thighs, gasping at the feel of her brother-in-law's probing fingers. They slid across the entire length of her parted slot, flicking across the nub of her clitoris before moving backward along the grooves and crevices of her open. I told my mother that she would not be happy at their house and suggested she stay with me. She came (and came and came and came) right over and immediately wanted to fuck everything. She pulled a train that was for the record books. She begged me to keep bringing any age man or boy in for her to fuck and for me to come in after each one to personally lick, suck, share and swallow all of the cum from her mouth, throat, pussy and asshole and to then lick her whole body clean and then immediately.