“Cockwich” was printed on her flat stomach, with a figure of her being penetrated by three men simultaneously (in case anyone struggled to work ou...t what it meant).The small of her back was covered with her most “innocent” tattoo - from a distance, it looked like a fractal or some kind of mathematical pattern, but when you looked at it up-close, it turned into a collection of cocks, cunts, and people fucking in all positions.But her favorite ink was written over her new, enormous tits. It simply. “Then why does it feel so good?” Vanessa turned in my arms; her blue eyes were sharp, examining me from all angles. “What if we get caught?” “We wont, we have the whole day to play. Vanessa let me fuck you, I’ve wanted to since the day you turned 16.” Her eyes winded at my confession and she began to fidget looking for a way out. “God, Travis, we’re brother and sister, we shouldn’t even be talking about this!” “I know baby but I can’t help it, I refuse to deny myself any longer.”. He had been drinking some sort of juice concoction and a green-vegetable-paste-on-crackers meal when she had sat down and struck up a conversation with him.After she managed to steal about a third of his meal, he was smitten. He knew that she was playing a game with him and trying to snare him with a harmless game of steal the cracker, but he was attracted to her social forwardness. They had agreed to meet for dinner again and then again. Their dinners or end-of-shift cocktails had become a. I was so tempted to tug on one of the dangling cords and have her tits bounce out. I was so tempted to tug on that mini skirt and have it snap off to the ground. The sexy, tall girl before me was a sight out of my wet dreams and I seriously contemplated mounting her right there in the doorway. I had to work hard restraining myself.Once inside I was surprised how small her home actually was. There was a small sink, a stove and a tiny table with one chair on one side. The small bed which doubled.