. . and, uh, Missy.”“What! You’ve eaten your daughters’ pussies? Oh god, isn’t that illegal?”“Well you’ve done things with Mason, righ...? And you want him to fuck you, right?”“Yeah, I’ve fantasized about that, I guess, but all I’ve ever done is let him SEE me, you know.”“And?” it was Terry’s turn to press.“Well yeah I’ve helped him a few times to masturbate.”“A few times?”“OK, a bunch of times.”“So you jerked off your son’s cock, right?”“Yes, I’ve jerked off my son’s cock.” Jill admitted, eyes. "I'll be as gentle as I can. You can trust me on that." I know. Please, David. I'm ready for you."I was hard as bone and burning with need when I finally began to thrust into her. By then, I'd coated my cock with lube and spent an agonizing amount of time working it into her. Even with all my careful preparation though, I knew well that making sure she was relaxed and ready was the only thing that really mattered.I was spooned behind her with my arm supporting her head. We kissed and caressed. It was a nice day of summer, august end-august i remember, when i and my sister were at home with an our cousin (young like us :-P), my sister and our cousin are sitting on the bed and started to joking with the cellulars so i take a chair and i am satted front to them :-P for to joke with they :-P but also for peek a bit :-P because our cousin had a skirt until at more or less the knees while my sister was with an habitual tunic for home, color white, at a certain point while our cousin keep. I want him to hold me, and kiss me, and do things I am not equipped forwith me ....Then I wake up, crying.I dont know what to do about this.I dont know who I can talk to.I know dreams aren't real, but it comes from somewhere, but where?And its not just the dream. Sometimes, I look at myself in the mirror, andI look .... wrong, somehow. I look and I half-expect to see the girl frommy dream looking back at me.And the fact she doesn't is a grief I cant even begin to describe ....I've got to pull.