Holding on to it as he slammed into me. Blake was an intense lover, but this was far more than I’d ever experienced. Our eyes locked and I barely re...ognized the man above me.He held me by the waist and plowed his cock into me. Each thrust shook my whole body and moved the table beneath me. Both of us sweating and breathing hard. This is what I was craving and then some. This is why I was no longer a good girl.After maybe five minutes, maybe less, his thrusts became more intense, on the verge of. Her uncle could tell from her voice Angela was not going to be very gentle with him. She said “take this” as she shoved the dildo half in. She knew it hurt like hell as the dildo cock went further inside. His ass was throbbing in pain as his anal canal wasn't used to being stretched open with a large object. Then Andy said "hey Angela give this asshole the whole thing, ram it in his ass." Angela's body thrust forward and Uncle felt the huge fake cock go all the way inside him. It hurt like hell. There are times when questions, or even words, are totally wasted and unnecessary. Sometimes words only serve to get in the way, obscuring the facts, the reality ... the Truth.That fella in the mirror, he didn't give away anything at all. And that made me suspicious. What was he hiding? What didn't he want me to know? Or was it that he wanted me to think there was something he didn't want me to know?That way madness lies.I tried to blink and found that I couldn't. I couldn't force myself to. My hands freeze as the face of this image slowly reveals itself, it’s my sister, Marcy! I let out a gasp, my eyes still closed as I try to erase her from my mind. It is no use, so I continue masturbating to images of us fucking. I am very close to coming when I hear water splashing. I freeze, my eyes remain closed in hopes it is Carrie, who has joined me in the tub.My one hand still holds the balls filled with cum, the other is wrapped around a now softening shaft. The pounding of my heart.