“It made me wet.” “Just him touching your hand like that made you come?” Kevin chuckled. “I didn’t come,” she protested. “I just got m...ist.” “You ever get moist when I touch your rings?” he asked with a big smile. “No,” she said into her plate. She looked up into his eyes. “I don’t think you’re taking this seriously, Kevin. This is not a joke.” “Okay, look,” he said, setting his fork down and folding his hands in a tent over the plate. “It’s the forbidden fruit, Cary. That’s why it turned you. I would like to narrate a fiction story about incest which i always dream about. This entire story is completely a narration and not a true. This is just for sexual enjoyment and not intended to make someone hurt. This story will have lot of uncommon and extreme thoughts which may not be accepted in our society like mom-son, father-daughter, grandparents-grandchildren etc.,Let’s begin the story, It is a rich Tamil joint family settled in outskirts of Chennai city and they involved in textile. That’s not what this is about. I loved seeing him look over at her while she was with J. He had a look of love and also a protective look. I will cherish that look. She couldn’t see it, but I did. It made me smile. I loved glancing a J and seeing him enjoying this every bit as much as I was. as we drove home I was horny all the way. I was pumped. Over the next few days. We keep talking about. It almost seemed like a dream. It amazes me that there was no jealousy at all. I think because we were. Both ladies had enough for one day so I put on my shorts and shirt when I got ready to leave both ladies give me $35 apiece. I gave Mrs. Fay my number and told her that if she needed any help around her house to give me a call. Karen seemed as if she was mad about this but she didn’t say anything. I went home happy as hell; I jacked my dick twice that night thinking about both of the ladies that I just had fucked. Before I went to bed my phone rang it was Mrs. Fay she asked me if I could come.