“It isn’t that simple Sis. The Law is the Law, being consenting adults doesn’t make any difference. If you gave me written permission to kill yo...u I’d still be arrested for murder and jailed for life wouldn’t I?”“Well some laws are stupid! My major essay for next semester is to identify and investigate laws which have past their used by date and should be changed or repealed. Incest between consenting adults is one I’m thinking about including in my research”. “Great, so I’m just your. He entered the living room to find her sitting facing the doorway sipping a cocktail and watching him with cool appraisal. The hopeful look on his face faded in the stony silence that followed his entry. She gestured him over to stand beside her. The glass was carefully placed on the table and she, with careful precision, used her impeccably manicured fingers to flick his fully erect cock. "I need fucked tonight..." The words were music to his ears; tonight wouldn't be too bad after all. . She slipped one of her hands into his pants and he gasped. Daring, wasn't she? He hooked his thumbs in the strings and yanked them to her feet. He pushed her back onto the bed, where she landed noiselessly. He landed on top of her, running his hands over her smooth skin. He put his face to her pussy, a patch of light brown hair dusted the area and he inhaled her scent. His hands pushed her legs apart and he dove in, his mouth covering her pussy completely as he licked and sucked. She tasted so. When I answered my door, I was a bit surprised. She was in a pair of sweat pants and a low cut spaghetti strap shirt with no bra. Her hair was thrown up in a messy ponytail and she looked as though she had been crying. This was not a typical Marisol. She is normally always in matching outfits, hair done, with makeup to match her beautiful face. I immediately invited her in and poured her a cup of coffee. We sat on the back porch swing so we could talk. She burst out about the the feelings.