”“Hey, why not? Then you can teach me how to talk with food in my mouth!” Claire giggled.Claire did better this time: gradually, under Alison’... gentle coaxing, a stream of relatively convincing dirty talk started to issue from her mouth. “Oh yeah, baby, fuck me with that big cock of yours… I like feeling your dick in my pussy, baby… Yeah, that’s good, slide slowly in and out of my juicy cunt… You like fucking my hot pussy, baby? You like feeling my hot cunt squeezing your hard shaft? You wanna. She led me down into a back hallway and into the washing machine room. She tried to whisper something but I couldn’t make it out because the washing machine was going. In one fluid motion she hopped up on the washing machine and pulled her black thong out from under her. I just looked at her in all her beauty. I motioned down towards her juicy pussy but she didn’t want that. She instead undid my belt, pulled my pants and underwear down and felt my hard dick. I consider myself average, 7.5. Flipping aside the covers, she rose from her bed. Pausing to pick up a pencil from the desk, she crossed the room. Backlit by the single lamp on the desk, her shapely body was outlined through her thin lingerie nightie. Her full, firm breasts were clearly visible through the gossamer-thin lace, and the short, swishing hemline only halfway covered the tiny crotch of her panties, displaying a generous cleft of plump camel toe in the tightly stretched silky material. Long blonde hair spilled in. Perhaps it’s the fact that I’ve slowly hypnotized my sister into being my twenty-four hour cock-sucking slut, or that I’ve turned my mother into a secretly-masturbating pervert, uncontrollably aroused at the thought of Marcie - the girl I turned into a sex slave, then destroyed - being forced at gunpoint to fuck her family ... but somehow, I don’t really consider myself “innocent” in all this.Yet Lucy still thinks that I am.She’s somehow managed to justify everything we’ve done as ‘not incest’,.