It's because of what you'vedone with all the boys. Did you really have to do it with so many ofthem?" I..." Art paused. He felt a lump form in his thr...at. Oh god, was heactually going to cry? He was a fucking girl. He swallowed hard, forcinghimself to stop, "I'm sorry." What?" I'm sorry, Danny. I should have said something." Danny looked down. Ifhe had felt uncomfortable before the film of tears across Art's eyes madehim feel worse. He made to move forwards, to put his hand on the shoulderof. She kissed me with hunger, squirming beneath me. She moaned into the kiss. I broke it, staring into her green eyes. She looked cute without her glasses on. She held my waist tight, her thighs feeling so supple on me. My dick throbbed. This was it. Why I had built the mind-control device to begin with.To fuck my daughters.To revel in incest with them. The other girls were all bonuses. But this... this was the prize. I wanted to love all the women in my family. I didn't care what society thought.. When she slid her hand up and down along the shaft, the skin pulling and bucking with her movement, his penis thickened in a steel-girding manner. Her lips came over the head and down the penis, careful that her teeth didn’t graze him too hard, but she couldn’t help it. He was thickening by the minute. Was her mouth too small or was he too big. What if she got lockjaw? That would be hard to explain. The sides of her lips began to moisten. Saliva usually did the trick. Pete moaned. He was ready.. We both collapsed on the bed waiting for the throbbing and intense feelings to subside. We had come so strongly that we were both shaking and throbbing inside. My cock kept squirting and her pussy kept pulling on my cock. It seemed like this went on for ten minutes and we finally just lay there spent. We got up from the bed, went back for a quick shower, got dressed and went in search of a small café serving a continental breakfast. We ate what the French call ‘le petit dejeuner’ after which we.