..pantyhose???The sheer underwear yawned open and enveloped his feet, shoes and all,before sliding up his legs. The bulge from his shoes slimmed down ...intofeet, smaller than what he knew they should look like. Too late hestarted to kick and try to get the sheer material off but his legs werealready consumed and reshaped.He felt dizzy and started to hyperventilate, his next few breaths causedhim to heave his chest. The chest stuck out further with each breathuntil two lovely shaped mounds stood. Her hands remained locked to her seat as she opened her eyes. The pendulum was gone now, this time it was the man’s eyes that caught her entranced gaze. She stared into them as she became obsessed with how handsome the man was. ‘He’s sexy, the sexiest man alive.’ Dee felt as though she never wanted to see another man again. She knew that he had just made her come, and now she wanted to reciprocate. ‘Suck his dick,’ she seemingly suggested to herself. He stepped toward her. ‘Take off his. You have sex with your wife, it is ‘love’. You have sex with your mom, it is ‘incest’. Why the discrimination? Because no one knows the exact definition of love.Well, I don’t claim to have a definition in mind though I am definitely in search of one. But there is one point I would like to bring to light.Historically, incest was the way progeny was created. Kings married their sisters to provide the throne, an heir of pure royal blood. But inbreeding led to a fall in gene differences resulting. “Oh Suzy, Suzy, Suzy!” I shout uncontrollably. “Sir, Sir, Sir!” comes her reply, as if answering some primeval call. We eventually relax, collapsing into each others arms, sweating and panting. We look into each others eyes and as one say “Baby, you’re the best!” before laughing at ourselves. After a few minutes she feel me becoming soft inside her and start to slip out from her hot, wet pussy. Her face pouts and she looks disappointedly at me saying, “Aren’t you going to fuck me again, Sir?”.