”“Tell him what do you want?”“I...I...I want his cock.”“Would you like his cock in your arse?”“Y.y.es. I want you both… both at the ...same time.”“You nasty bitch Cally!” exclaimed Becky.“C.c.call me a dirty whore Becks.”“You are a filthy dirty whore Cally.”Cally groaned loudly and shuddered at the apex of each hard thrust.“You’ve wanted this for so long haven’t you? Haven’t you? Your stepmother fucking your slutty cunt?”Cally began to writhe harder as she sobbed for air, “Yes! Yes!”Once fluid. He walked back and forth across the room, glancing at the computer occasionally, thinking about getting on-line and having cyber-sex with girls who were into the same things he was, but it just wasn’t fun anymore. He wanted more. And he wanted it bad and he was just thinking through how bad he wanted it when his eyes fell on something new, something that gave him a wonderful, yet horrible idea.It was a picture of his little cousin, Becky. He had never really looked at her in a sexual way. Pour me something else.’ Miles pulled the cork from a bottle of red wine. He took a fresh glass. ‘Don’t bother, ‘ said Jack. ‘My taste isn’t that sensitive these days.’ Miles poured and Jack tasted. ‘What’s this?’ He looked at the bottle, squinting through his glasses. ‘Non vintage, eh?’ Jack sniffed. ‘You did good with these. I remember what you blended in this. But, you added something to get the color.’ Miles grinned at him. ‘You caught me. Mostly Cab Franc, from two years ago – some of last. But, you know, you aren't really her uncle!" Charles reminded his boss as he chuckled."I know that, Agent Richards! But I care about her like she's my niece, so you better remember that!" Pete Woods chuckled when Charles snapped to attention at his tone of voice. "If your wives give you two too much grief, just tell them to call and gripe at me! I'll take the heat!" Yes, sir!" they both said as he left.Charles and Tom looked at each other, took deep breaths and exhaled heavily."Oh, man ... I do.