Tears were welling in my eyes as I tried to push my way past Skip and get away from this hell. At that instant I heard Bob Dylan rasping out "There ar...e no sins inside the Gates of Eden!" All this was happening in a dreadful sort of slow motion where every detail registers vividly, and every thing seems so eerily relevant. Opium is like that. Priscilla had fallen over on the sofa laughing so hard she could hardly speak but she did jump up and stop me as I tried to pass. "Sweetie, Skip and I were. I was reading a lot of sex stories and mostly incest stories.She is a homemaker and my grandpa is a worker in a rice mill, equally aged to my father’s age or may be 3 or 4 years elder to my father. My dream lady does hand-loom. Grandpa goes to mill in the morning and he comes by the night. My college will be over by 4 and reached home by 4:30. One fine evening after my college I went to her home and she was doing her hand looming work. It was summer, at 5 PM evening also it was heavy sunny in. And, I feel good about my body. So, no scope for shy. . “, she was speaking a lot. I didn’t let her complete her words because I started licking her breasts. I climbed her breasts like a mountaineer would. Slowly, surely, and spirally. She was moaning discreetly and was enjoying every second of it. I reached for her nipple, and tinkered with it with my tongue. She was loving it. I did the same with her other breast.Once done, she kissed me long and hard. She thanked me. “Why? The pleasure is. I fed my cock back into her throat and me and the farmer double ended Fiona in the headlights, every time he thrust he forced her down my dick, it wasnt long before I needed to empty my sacks and grabbed her and held her down on my dick, my cock pulsated and sperm spewed into her throat. Of course she swallowed the lot except a bit that dribbled down her chin. I stood aside and let the farmer continue slamming his meat into Fionas mature hole, his old cock doing its best to make her come..