I would like to get reviews so as to share one or two more incest adventures of mine.Now to the story I met this woman the day I got there and she got...mingled so easily between us. She was sweet and didn’t look like a 36-year old. I didn’t have any intentions but to my surprise she herself showed me her intentions. We exchanged numbers after two days I got there as she wanted some ringtones and I told her I will Whatsapp them to you. Next day I woke up and found msgs in my Whatsapp that she. Can I get under the covers?" After a moments pause, she added, "Just for a minute, of course."Seeing goose bumps covering her thin arms, I lifted the blanket and she slipped inside. It was only when her cold arm nudged along my chest that I remembered I was naked. Shuffling away a little bit, I let her sink down on the warmest patch of the bed. She slid across it and snuggled up tight against me. With no room left to manoeuvre, I gave in and put my arm around her small shoulders as she rested. The cab let me out in a down town area as I walked up to the floor of Kandys apartment ,I was getting a bit nervous I worried what if Kandy didn't like me , my hand was shaking like a leaf as I knocked at her door , I waited I thought I was going to pass out I was so scared now ,I heard the sound of heels walking towards the door very heavy steps in heels as they got closer I could almost feel the vibration of her steps in the floor the door opened slowly and I gasped out loud as there stood. ”“Me too!”“Do you want to? You know?”Did I? The answer was obviously ‘yes’. The answer to ‘Should I?’ was a different thing altogether. Not from the standpoint of any moral or ethical high ground — I’d yielded that more than a year ago. My concern was for Katy.“I’m not sure that’s the right question,” I said. “Just because you want to do something doesn’t mean you should.”“But you want to?”“Duh! I’m a guy! We’re not exactly known for NOT wanting to!”Katy laughed, “True. But unlike my friends’.