I came twice with his rock hard prick jammed deep in my cunt, but Alan held back for his favourite shag: up my arse.I suggested something a little dif...erent. I said, " Alan why don't you lie on your back and let me squat down on your dick.' Alan thought this was a great idea and rolled on to his back with his enormous fat cock sticking up like a missile. I knelt over him with his prick pointing at my arsehole. I did the lubricating this time, slipping two fingers up my oozing cunt hole and then. Anyways, enough about my family. That was long enough. Now to the part you fuckers really wanna talk about.As I said, considering this IS a sex story about me, I will say that I consider myself a deviant of sexual kinks. I absolutely enjoy anything and everything strange and wacky when it comes to sex. However, there is one I'm mostly in love with. Incest.There's very few things in this world more taboo than sex with your family. Some may find that wrong, but me? I am a true aficionado of the. Still it was so exciting, waiting by my door, staring out as the footsteps approached. I touched myself through my panties, my small little clitty getting excited at every stranger’s approach. I knelt, putting a dirty video on my laptop, touching myself and pretending I was in the back room of a dirty adult theater, getting ready to suck.I sat down on my biggest butt plug up, toying with myself, keeping my pussy on the edge as I waited for him to barge in and take me. It was like that watched. I had no desire to lose my wife or family, and felt bad for even entertaining thoughts of “what if” and fantasies about an ex who wasn’t even an ex! What had happened between Ruth and I was woven into the tapestry of who and what sort of man I was today. I wouldn’t change that for a second. Yet my mind persisted, wondering what might have been if I’d only realized that Ruth was scared of physical intimacy. She was afraid of losing me as a friend if we didn’t carry our relationship further, and.