.. I don't think my father ever knew." Jesus," I shook my head, "Your whole fucking outfit has more worms in it than a Kinsey autobiography." Suddenly...I felt sympathy for this artificial, spoiled, pampered person who had been raised in the lap of luxury amidst sexual intimidation. "You never had a chance." She looked downward, large tears formed and rolled down her cheeks."I'm still betting on a brain tumor or brain damage to go along with what heredity blessed him with. His way out kinkiness. I remember vividly, her first 'out in the open fuck with hubby's approval'. The thrill was immense for her and, with her first 'bull' she enjoyed her best orgasm ever, having been attended to for over three hours. She was so horny when her lover had gone home to his wife that she actually let me penetrate her for the first time in many months. Her man that afternoon had been very large and she couldn't hold in her laughter as I slipped my little dick into her. I came in just seconds which. I laid down on the couch and closed my eyes, waiting for my deliverance from a rough day.I heard her kneel beside me, then felt moist, hot lips on mine. She grabbed the vodka bottle out of my hand and I heard her take a swig, then a narrow tongue parted my lips and dove into my mouth. I should have known, but my hands were too busy kneading Katies breasts, and my hips were too busy grinding into my young cousin. My eyes opened and I saw pale skin green eyes, and long, red hair. I held their. I sat and thought about Sandy. I closed my eyes and imagined her diving into the water. I watched as she effortlessly swam along and then rolled over on her back, just like the otter. Oh how I missed her. What I wouldn't give to reach out and feel the warmth of her body. Yet somehow, I sensed that she was with me. It was surprising, I didn't really feel alone. I felt as though I was part of something much bigger than myself. I opened my eyes and the otter was gone.I packed my supplies and.