..There I was in the mirror, my mascara running as tears filled my eyes. Not for the reasons they should have, because I was so ashamed of what I was ...oing that my soul was screaming out for forgiveness and my eyes were trying to wash away the filth. No, I just was so desperate to be a good little cocksucker that I was letting him use my throat like a cock sleeve, forcing tears as my blood pressured reached a boiling point. My flush face did wonders for my make up, accentuating the smeared. For some reason though, she was getting slightly wet from the idea of his hand on her bare thigh. Just inches upwards and his hand would be touching the very spot she yearned for to be touched ever since she entered high school. Although she was considered a fine piece of ass at her school, she could not find any mature enough man to offer herself to, until now. He was sitting directly across from her, in fact his hand was just inches away from her wet pussy. Donald could see her flushed face. I was ushered back down to the kitchen where their mother was waiting patiently. Shortly Camille joined us.The questioning began again. Did I enjoy what had seen…yes ma’am. Could I love her Camille forever and give her lots of babies…yes ma’am I could.Camille was asked if she could take care of a man like me. She answered that she could. She turned bright red during the next question. Finally my interpreter translated, “My mother asked Camille if she was prepared to start a family and raise. I have a small incestuous crush on them. I have ever since I was about 16. I'm 20 now and having cerebral palsy makes them wanna take care of me even more. I love them more and more for that. And they get more and more heart broken when they see me like this. But it's OK. I know that life still goes on. One day Jesse was giving me a sponge bath as a loving sister would.“I love you Jesse,” I said.“Oh, I love you too JJ. I love so very much. I can't even tell you how much. You are the best.