?And so she kept to her task, writing, rewriting, editing and checking. ?It has to be just right? reasoned the woman, ?just right.?After about two wee...s she decided that her story was ready. She had thought of little else as the task of getting her fantasy from her head onto paper had consumed her thoughts.Her little baby of a story was about to make its debut and she was very excited.She had read enough stories to know that people have different kinks, different tastes and not everyone would. This was wrong! Very very wrong!He thought I was that girl - that trashy badly spoken tramp - and Lordhelp me, he was right!Somehow, impossibly, I'd become her!***And the next thing I knew I was in a cell.The door slammed behind me. The lock engaged.But I didn't move. I couldn't. Two, maybe three feet into the cell, Istood, staring at nothing in front of me, my arms rigid by my sides. Ididn't see what else was in there. I don't think more than a singlethought sparked across the span of my mind.. Your mouth switches to my other breast paying equal attention to it, as your hand slowly traces a path to my thatch, your fingers seeking and finding my swollen clit. My internal muscles start to pulse, pulling your hard cock even deeper inside me, my juices flowing heavy now, drenching your cock and hand, your thumb teasing my clit bringing to the very edge of climax before soothing me back down, only to bring me back to the edge. You do this again and again, driving me mad with the desperate. He sat beside her, with the wine in one hand and the bread in the other, put them down, and turned toward her."'Okay', Maggie. What's the big deal?" Here's where I talk, and you listen, please Mike. Saturday night, when you told me why Lois left you, it was all I could do, to keep my mouth shut. You didn't shock me, at all. Just the opposite, in fact. I like the lifestyle, you are espousing. I think incest is a good thing. This is a long story, so get comfortable, Mike. It began about ten.