Gina was not thrilled with having sex with her father, which she knew was incest. Her father said that, since she was legal, that it wasn't as bad as... she made it. She consented to have sex with her father.Again, Gina was not pregnant. As the days passed, her husband wanted sex from her constantly in hopes that she would become pregnant. Luckily, she loved sex, and even though their efforts were not getting closer to making a baby, they met all her needs.Brian was an excellent lover, and. Her hand would drop slowly, lightly touching her breasts over her t-shirt. She would let out a slight gasp. Just enough that I would hear it…tease me, make me wonder whether it was my imagination or not. She would pat her tummy before she would slowly slide her hand under her T, upward toward her delicious breasts. Touching herself, feeling her warm chest. She would tell me how good she felt. She would tell me how hard her nipples were getting as she squeezed and pinched them.. He shot massivelyinside his boxer shorts and levis. The wet spot showedthrough. Jeff missed practice that day as his hard-on justwouldn't retreat. Mike didn't know what happened, so he creamed inside hisshorts the next night, and wore them again. This time Jeff wasready, he brought in a cum-stained pair and the exchange wentoff. Mike had never really thought of his underwear as sexuallystimulating before, but once he realized he was wearing hisfriend's underwear, his cock stayed. Is that even a real tongue? Maybe we should do some stretching exercises?" I felt utterly humiliated. To be so berated. At least I was blindfolded still. "Three points and you're lucky."I heard you go about your task. There were a could of small moans, no sure if from you or Master. "Fuck. Hopeless. Two points." Oh my! That meant I would not be getting the five crop strokes from this event. But you would."So, I guess you're wondering who won the cum contest? Ha ha ha. As if it could be called.