And judging from how wet Amanda always got when we watched those tapes together, I have to believe they affected her the same way. There must be a str...ak of exhibitionism in both of us. Or maybe we're just perverts. After all, once you've tried incest, how much else is left?I closed the curtains and retrieved a spare coverslip from the hall closet that I put over the sofa (it wouldn't do to leave wet spots on the sofa cushions). Then I got the camera and tripod from our parents closet and set. The robe parted slightly as she approached and sat across from Mark on the couch revealing even more of her shapely legs as she crossed them comfortably like she does in front of the cameras. "There now Mark, isn't this much more comfortable than the chilly studio"? "This is a very, very nice dressing room.......if you can call it that. It's more like a......a studio apartment, that's it, a Studio 1A apartment!" They both laughed at his pun. Katie and Mark chatted amicably for a few. " He chewed on his lip and watched her as she pulled her black sweatshirt on over the moonlight weave robes. The black fabric passed through the white fabric, mostly, and she pulled her long hair out through the neck of her sweatshirt. It was odd, he reflected, how her two outfits would intersect each other, each one not knowing of the other one. But what was odder still was the fact that she was getting dressed. "Why are you getting dressed?"She gave him a questioning look. "Huh?" Well, um...". Even though my mind was screaming no I moved my hands slowly to her ass and grabbed her cheeks before grinding harder into her. Beth moaned and kissed me. I couldn’t stop this, I was like a man drowning. I kissed her back and continued to grind onto her pussy with my hard cock. We were both panting and touching and kissing each other frantically. “Ben, I want you to fuck me. I have wanted you to fuck me since that day I saw you naked in the bathroom. Put it in me, Ben, please.” Realization.