Say ‘fuck’ and she would have a seizure. No mate unless I came across a woman that not only would accommodate my sexual fantasies but one that you...could take away and have an enjoyable time with, I’m stuck with what I have and my only relief comes from the names in my black book”.The two friends parted. Rick to return to a hostile but tolerated existence and Wally to return to his bachelor life-style; there had been no reference to the possibility that the wife could be re-educated, especially. I imagine her moaning and sobbing while I feed mycock into her warm, wet slit. The lips fat and heavywith want.I love my cousin because she is my cousin. I wallow inthe implicit filth. It’s my religion. Wanting her cousincunt makes my cock leak. It’s leaking now. She is theculmination of some sacrament that cannot be named. Iwant her for my whore-wife. I want to eat her cousinpussy and fuck her cousin mouth. I want her to love mefor defiling her. But for now, I dream and wish and. Clint had stepped up and took his mother in hand, giving her some of the domination back that she missed. Not the love, but the strength.Our mothers would forever love our father, but they had found peace being Clint’s sex slaves.“Come here,” I said, patting the chair. “Just sit down and let us nurse you while that nasty girl gives you a blowjob.”“Best blowjob ever, Mistress!” Lee said, bouncing around Clint. Her round breasts heaved. She rose up on her toes and came down. “Ooh, I’ll suck all. Well, that explained a lot. I pretended not to notice Sarah had been following the conversation and determinedly focused on DJ, asking him about his favorite toys. She had seemed so welcoming… but she didn’t necessarily hold her husband’s views. Returning from a visit to the powder room, I was glad I hadn’t been judgmental. Sarah caught me in the foyer. She apologized for DJ’s indiscretion. I laughed as casually as I could and said ‘Little pitchers have big ears.’ ‘What DJ didn’t mention was.