“Give it to me,” Yvonne pleaded. She hummed as I pushed deeper into her womb. My pelvis pressed against her ass. I was all the way in. She matche... my hip thrusts, her hands balled up in fists. “Ohhhh. . . .ohhhhhhhh. . . .yes! Yesssssssssss!” she extolled, panting in an effort to catch her breath. Suddenly, Yvonne shimmered and her entire body quivered. “Ohhhh, fuck me, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Yvonne extolled in rapid fire succession, as a cataclysmic orgasm rocked her hot body. I couldn’t hold. Well, you know... it's the incest thing."Still nodding, I licked my lips. God I was dry! With one foot on the chair that way, I could look right up between her thighs and see how her pussy was pulled slightly open."And this is the part that scares me," she continued, "Every time we go a little bit farther... farther than I intended to go... and I LIKE it. I like it more than I realized I would. I think too much... I mean, it scares me, you know?"My part of this conversation was easy. I nodded. Sir Roland was becoming much obsessed with the use of her willing flanks but she didn’t mind so long as he wielded his long sword with the same enthusiasm he had evidenced in many campaigns in the Holy Land. Friar Alphonse was doubtless a buggering fool with a yen for skinny bottomed females but he was uncommonly generous with his comfort for the destitute and abandoned folk with no hope left for their former happy lifestyles.Her trip to the market place was an unsatisfying affair.She did. He steadies himself before speaking. ‘Not on your fucking life. Get out of the fucking doorway.’ I stare him, speechless for a moment before my voice starts rising in pitch. ‘Where the hell do you think you’re going? You’re not fucking leaving.’ ‘I am leaving this goddamn apartment right now and I’m not fucking coming home tonight. You can entertain these people, you can explain that because you’re so fucking stubborn I had to leave, you can explain that you’re sorry that I couldn’t be here.’ .