The warmth of his breath heats my foot up and I feel it cool off as he pulls away. He slips up and kisses my neck. I arch my back and my neck wanting ...ore. I am a little uncomfortable from the cold wet spot that has formed on my pants now. The pantyhose are soaked. I can't decide what is worse the baggy feeling at the ankles that I had last or the wet feeling I have now. I think they are both bad if you have to get down to what is bad. My thoughts suddenly run to Amber. It is Sunday afternoon.. I quickly took her place, letting my legs dangle off the edge of the desk, she clambered up onto the desk with me, put one leg either side of my body and lined my cock up with her dripping opening."Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" She moaned as she slowly slid her pussy down the length of my shaft, impaling herself on my cock.Anita then started grinding herself against my cock, trying to force it deeper into her pussy.She moaned as it hit the spot, "I think that's even deeper than it was before!"She then. I didn’t know what my sister was about to suggest, but I could tell it would be perverse. Sure enough…“I just licked your pussy to help you relax, sort of like a warmup,” explained Candi. “Plus, I’m a cat. I like pussy.”The joke was so unexpected that I couldn’t help laughing. It helped me relax, and I was able to think clearly for what felt like the first time in ages. Though incest—and bestiality—was both illegal and wrong, I was determined to activating my shifting gene. I had come too far. “We are all dead.”“Dammit, stop saying that!” I said. Momma cradled my head almost shaking it. I knew she was beside herself, and yet still wanted this all too just go away. Carlos finally said the most responsible thing. “We’ve got to get Uncle Enrico. He will know what we should do.” “We will, first thing in the morning,” Momma said, “Now we need to sleep.”“No! We have to now!” said Carlos, almost crying. “They will be here tonight and kill us for sure.”Carlos began getting dressed. He.