It is essential for my happiness. Maybe I shouldn't love women the way that I love her, but I can't help it. Right now, I am sitting on a park bench w...th my eyes closed after work so I can figure out what to do. When I am distracted by a certain shadow approaching me, I do not have to open my eyes to know who it is. I have seen this shadow many times before after all. This is the first time that I have seen this shadow that it hasn't freaked me out. I am pretty sure that sitting on a park bench. It became more and more clear that this wasn’t their first encounter, and I began to wonder what else I had missed out on in this family.“Want to fuck your sister good now?” our mother asked, tearing me from my thoughts. Judit was bent over, her rosy white butt pushed out towards me, while mom grabbed her buttocks with both hands, pulling them open. Between them, her anus unfolded like a little dark star, and underneath of it, her red bush glistened from the moist labia it was hiding.. “My sister rolled me on my back and was between my legs with my dick buried in her mouth. She was bobbing her head up and down as my dick was wet with her saliva. My precum was dripping. I was on the verge of releasing my cum. She squatted over my dick and I watched as my head entered her wet love tunnel. I slipped in easily and my balls were up to her bald mound. She was bouncing up and down,” said Zak.“I can imagine how your sister must have been feeling as your dick filled her up. Can you do. Then the thought appeared in her empty mind that told her who the voice belonged to. “Yes, father.”Even though she couldn’t see him, she could feel his smile at her recognition of him. She could feel his love for her, and a great sadness as well, as though she was expected to fill a void in his soul – a void that contained a great loss.Curious and wanting to help him heal, she tried to explore that vast, empty sadness. She discovered that the void had a name – Alana.“Who is Alana?” she asked,.