I opened the door, we just stared for a moment at each other. His piercing blue eyes seemed to penetrate to the depths of my soul. I felt naked in his...presence. I stammered 'how, how much do I owe you?' With a faint smile he walked right in the doorway and I felt helpless to stop him. I was stunned, I stood there speechless as he walked right up to me, took my hand and yet said nothing. He guided me to the bedroom as if he had known all along where it was. Never missing a beat, he thrust me. She was very ticklish and started to laugh uncontrollably. Then when I stopped I realized just how much I liked her. I had her in my arms and she was still laughing but then stopped as well. She looked at me and there was a spark in her eyes. Very slowly she moved her lips towards me and I did the same. Time seemed to go very slowly and I held my breath as our lips were centimeters away. Finally she leaned closer and kissed me. We stood there, not moving except for our lips. My arms dropped and. The man looked away from the tube, away from the thudding movements inside it, away from where it disappeared inside her, and fixed his eyes on her face. He could not resist her expression of helplessness and agony.Beneath the lights of the cameras and gazes of the hidden audiences, he bent over the girl. Even as she writhed beneath him, he draped himself over her and grasped her face in his hands. He stared into her wide blue eyes for a few seconds, cherishing her pained, shocked expression,. Hey, let's face it. Guys just don't go around and lay pipe to their own mothers. I hear the Arabs and Mexicans do that shit, but us real authentic American guys don't. Well, at least none of my friends ever admitted they did the deed with their moms.Well, Jesse Fargo did his sister Sharon regularly. I know that for a fact because I caught them at it and Sharon started to give me some too so I wouldn't tell on them. However that was the only case of incest I ever personally knew about. The three.