As desperate as I was to take her up on her offer, I knew it was wrong. It was incest. It was just about the worst thing I could do aside from murder....But then why did I want it so bad? Why did I want her so bad?The next few seconds were a blur. I knew I could not accept my cousin’s perverse offer, yet the arousal coursing through my veins made refusing it almost impossible. But reigning supreme was confusion. How could this be happening? It made no sense. Unless…“This is a dream!” I suddenly. ” She giggled like a young girl, spurring me on. “Seriously,” I said. “If this place is a fairy-tale, then you belong here as a part of it. Women don’t look like you back in the real world.” Her blush was bright as she looked toward the concrete, smiling.“Listen to you. I guess you’ve inherited your father’s silver tongue, too.” She looked up at me, staring at me unblinking. “You know, I could never refuse him anything. You look so much like him sometimes that I forget who I’m talking to.” She. However, as we do not have much time she has to finish her work before my wife arrived. It took one hour to finish. She was very tired and had a great sex as she told she discharge 3 times in this session. After this, I told her not to talk or joke with me in front of anybody so nobody will suspect on us. All this keep on going almost every day. In addition, I open an account for her and in six month she deposit 15000/- with his salary and my baksheesh.During this six months good food, good. “Where is Brock and Van? I need someone to carry in all my shopping,” she said without commenting on her whimpering sister quivering in the corner. Cheyenne’s tits were swollen, her ass was blistered red and she looked a mess.“They have gone hunting,” Barbara Jean told her. She was bound up tightly, wrapped in saran wrap, with clamps on her nipples, weights on her pussy lips and the broom as far up her ass as I could get it – her daddy was right, she could take a LOT more if she relaxed.“Oh.