" sarah said, she stood up and took the dirty dishes to thesink, she thought about her son, what had gotten into him she thought, it'slike the devils ...aken over him, and what was she doing letting him do thesethings to her, she'd always thought her son handsome and maybe even sexy insome way but she'd hardly thought about it before, he had a certainsomething about him which attracted women to him, he'd had girlfriendssince he was eight years old and since then they'd never seemed to stopcoming,. I cried throughout the night silently praying that my husband wouldnt find out. He seemed to out of it, so he could hear my cries. I laid there whilst my son fucked me and I knew it wouldnt b the end of it, the only problem was did I want it to stop. It appalled me to know what he had done to me, it made me feel disgusted, he wanted to see my tears and see my cry and the worst thing was he came off on it Naomis View My own dad abused my body like i was nothing, I cant believe he is doing this. .. I suppose I'm searching for what's strange and what's erotic in everyday life. I think that's the best way I can describe it." So ... you do artistic photography?" I don't know if you could call it that, artistic photography, I mean. The way I look at it is that I'm not trying to create art. It's more like I'm trying to capture emotion. That's what I'm really after in my photos."Cecilia and Suzanne talked a bit more as they made their way back to the art department. Their conversation turned. Down and down her mouth moved, until I felt my end jam into her throat. She withdrew.“I have no gag response,” she smiled.To prove a point, her mouth slipped down over my shaft again; this time my cock went deeper into her throat. When she withdrew this time, her sharp incisors closed around the condom’s bulb. She ground her teeth and sliced the end of the condom off.“I didn’t think you were on the pill,” I said, bewildered."I’m not, but, I’m not wasting your spunk in the end of that thing,".