“Cynthia, look at me sweetie.” Fighting embarrassment, I shifted my eyes from his ceiling to his face that was hovering over my panty covered puss.... “I want you to watch me just like I watched you.” Glenn spread my legs slightly and moved to kneel between them. Glancing at me to make sure I was watching him, he moved down and pressed his face into the crotch of my damp undies and enhalled. He sighed with pleasure at my scent. “Your pussy smells so wonderful. I have to see it Cynthia, right. " The problem, is the problem. If I tell you, you might hate me, like she does, and I can't afford to lose a friend, right after I lose a wife." Look; I promise you, no matter what it is, I won't hate you; or think less of you. I've known you for years, and I think I know you pretty well." 'Okay'! I'll trust you on that. You've met my parents, you know they've got some unconventional ideas, on some things. Well, one of those things is incest. They think, the only reason incest causes emotional. That’s how it all began. Samantha found it fascinating. To her it was wild, because she had never known such things went on. To further satisfy her curiosity she asked another question.“So… are you looking for another woman that you can ‘fuck’ so that you finish your book?”“Yes, I am,” replied the man who looked at Samantha like he was looking at something peculiar.“Why, are you making an offer?” he asked, waiting for her to reply.This was it; the extraordinary moment that could lead to what. ..hold me tight!” she warned, as yet another violent orgasm washed over her twitching young form. When her jerking body subsided, the old man stood up, and helped the perspiring little charge to her feet. “Come on, young lady, let’s get you into the bathtub,” he ordered, as he held her sun dress over her head, allowing her to wiggle into it. He wadded up her soiled panties and put them in his pocket, without explanation.The unlikely couple walked hand in hand over to the neighbor’s house..