Incest was perverted, but the sex too, with her brother needed to be perverted. It needed to be nasty. Jo didn't merely want to fuck her brother, she ...anted to be his slut; his whore. She wanted to be his personal cunt and arse to fuck. She wanted to be his sister to use whenever he wanted to deposit his spunk and he could deposit it wherever he wanted; her mouth, her tits, her cunt, her arse or even on her feet.With every story Jo read, she replaced a man within it with her brother and a woman. I'd like to say that, that was the end of it. It would be so much less complicated if I'd just let things be, but that beautiful black body with that huge meat-log kept running through my mind. I just couldn't get Otis out of my thoughts.It's embarrassing to admit it, but being on my own that night (with my husband on his business trip) I masturbated to the fantasy of being taken by big tough Otis and his huge stiff meat-log. It took my breath away just to imagine that thing stiff and engorged. But it was also giving tremendous sensations to her too, and she could feel her excitement building beyond control.And then the excitement became unbearable: a rush of heat exploded from her groin and her body convulsed as she erupted in yet another full orgasm. Moaning, she dropped her body completely on the cock penetrating her and shudders, jerked, shivered for long exquisite wonderful seconds as pleasure completely flooded her mind.Stunned, exhausted, she collapsed on the fat black man's. It was fun and many a times I have sat in front of the computer and laughing out loudly looking at what we were writing to each other.. My kids thought I was getting mad. I don’t know at what stage the conversation became sensual in nature. I won’t call it sexual because it was more like teasing and bantering rather than straight out ‘let me fuck you’ sort of talk. In a nice way, he told me that as he was growing older he was not interested in physical aspect of a relationship but more in the.