My hands feel around the bed and I realize that you are not by my side. I think to myself that maybe you have gone to work. I smile as the memories fl...od my mind of all the wicked things we did to each other last night. I daydream a little about your tongue and I realize how lucky I am to have found someone that shares my same wicked and perverted sexual fetishes. We have pleasured ourselves in the wildest of ways and have made each other cum so hard that in the end I think its well worth it.. There was no shortage of sexually charged activity, by any means, within our family group. We got a lot of attention, due to our actions and interactions with each other, from our new-found acquaintances, and the few that ventured forth to ask about it got very interesting and no holds barred explanations of our situation. Shirley fielded question about my scars, and there were questions about the neckwear, which to be honest I was so used to seeing, in one form or another, it didn’t register. The camcorderwould capture the pair of them for later use, but he would also be able tosee what she was doing behind him thanks to the angle of the mirror. Hewould also be forced to watch himself unless he planned to close his eyes,in which case she could always demand he watch anyway; after all he wasn'tallowed to refuse. Pushing him roughly onto the base of the bed, his handsstill behind his back so that he ended up with a face full of quilt, shetold him to move further up, and accordingly he. "Fuck me harder, fucking ram it into me, fuck my cunt, fuck me like a …."He froze. I froze. His cock froze inside me. He looked down at me with a look of horror and disgust all over his face. Uh oh. What did I just do? He got off me, got off the bed, put his boxers on and sat on the bed looking down at me. Accusingly. Disappointedly. Disgustedly.I was horrified, embarrassed and mortified by his reaction. I had no idea what to say or do. I just lay there. As I have often done, I thought now.