Prescott ignored the look and walked into her office, sinking into her favourite chair. The minute that she sat down, memories of the night before sta...ted to flash through her mind. She saw Ava’s eyes in the mirror, challenging her to watch. Soon that memory was chased away and replaced with an image of Ava on her knees, drinking the last drops of orgasm from Cynthia’s quivering body. She blinked away the images and wretched herself up and out of the chair. Her thoughts were unrelenting. A. I continued buttering my toast, the image of his eight inches imprinted onto my toast, as I imagined rolling it up and eating him like a hot-dog.He finished emptying some cornflakes into the bowl and looked at me, his daughter, 'What do you see when you look at me', I asked him.'I see a beautiful young woman', he replied with consummate ease, my nipples hardened, they seemed to have a life of their own in the morning, a dangerous time for me, as I always awoke in the morning with a deep urge to. Magus asked, “What job did you get?”Nestor answered, “It took a while to find a job. I mean, there aren’t many job ads for people who like poetry. I kept looking and finally found a job waiting on tables.”“So you became a waiter. How was it?” Magus asked.“A big guy like me should not be carrying food around in a crowded restaurant. I couldn’t move without bumping into people, chairs, or tables. I dropped more food than I delivered. That job didn’t even last a week,” Nestor said.Magus asked,. " My head was still spinning, but I found that my cock was hard. Very hard. "That's why I don't let you do it. It's always been my brother who fucks my bum, and it would feel strange if you did it as well. But you have my pussy, love, my pussy is always yours. Whenever you want it, my pussy is there for you. Take it." She sat up and held my face to hers, kissing me tenderly. "My pussy is yours, love." "Your brother, he fucks your pussy as well?" "Of course, darling." So her pussy, which I had.