"I practically run to the nearest bathroom, choosing the private "family" restroom. Once inside, I pound my fist into the wall. Fuck Kevin! You will p...ease me, not him, Carol! I yank my pants and panties down and sit down on the toilet seat with a thump. My hands go straight to my clit, one pulling the hood back, while the other rubs my hot spot with frenzied motions. Thoughts of Carol submitting to me flood my head and fuel my lust. I envision her on her back with legs splayed. She screams my. It was unlike them to go on weekend trips, so our time together was limited. We had to settle for quickies every now and then, mostly at night. We would have to wait until they went to bed, or they'd make a quick trip to the store," Ben explained.The two things that just kept coming were, the facts that the couples didn't know what they were, and feeling they had to hide it. I couldn't feel lucky enough if I tried, that I had my family. Incest is really always a wild card, and you don't want to. It was situated in what was a kind of big common area, where the crew of the ship came to relax, talk, and fiddle with screens and their portable computers. Just by glancing around the room, Tiff could barely tell that any work was being done at all – until she took a second, deeper look. If you squinted and perked your ears, you could see that among the people laying around in comfortable sofas, or seated at tables, there were glowing projections of light and pattern that looked like. Bha – aur batao dewar ji tumari gf kaisi haiMe – mene kaha badiya hai.Bha – tum roj raat ko usse baat karte ho ?Me – haanBha – aur kya kya karte ho ?Me – bass aur kuch nahiBha – kal mene tumahari baat suni darwaje ke bahar se.Me – shocked. Aap aisa kaise kar sakte hoBah – to kya hua ab hum doni dost ban chuke hai. Accha ye batao tumari gf kaisi dikhti hai uski photo dikhoMene mobile nikal aur unhe photo dikahe unhone kaha acchi hai par mujse nahi phir unhone next photo dekha usme hum log smouch.