Not a gentle comforting kiss as before, but a long deep, exploring kiss, one that made Jane lose all track of time, and just drown in the pleasure of ...his moment. They broke for air, and Steve got to his feet, holding his hand out, and saying that she should come with him. She had no hesitation in agreeing, the relief of survival fuelling her desires, and all she could think of was to fuck and be fucked, and Steve was the man she wanted right there and then. Weightlessness, Jane found, was. I spent a lot of time in that closet sniffing her shoes. Around the same time I discovered my sister's bobby socks. I used to love rubbing them against my cock as well as wearing them. I even wore them to school a few times. A couple years later I discovered my step-father's stash of adult "swinger" magazines. I enjoyed all of the magazines, but I remember one particular picture fascinating me the most. It was a pic of a muscular nude man with a huge erect cock. I didn't realize cocks could be. The words she used were not becoming of her, but they were becoming of a woman that was being thoroughly used and loving it. “Fuck… Fuck… Fuck,” she panted with each breath; each time getting louder. I heard the bedroom door click open. I glanced at it and saw Maggie enter the bedroom. She was naked. I watched her as I fucked my cock into Megan’s anus. I could feel that my face was red with effort and strained with determination. This fuck meant everything. At first Maggie stood there and. Collin scrambled to find a means to support his sister and the child growing inside her. It was a harsh existence, but they survived. Their love, however, didn’t. Cynthia moved as far away as she could as soon as their daughter was born, wanting nothing more to do with the family that had deserted her in her time of need, or the boy that had inflicted this shame upon her. As a result, Collin began to live his life one day at a time, struggling to survive, and not caring what tomorrow might.