Lena keep kissing me as though nothing had happened and I kissed her back. Her tongue entered my mouth and mine sought her's. As our tongues danced as... my hand slipped into the back of her swimming suit bottom and I cupped an ass cheek and held it.We were kissing and frenching and she never hesitated even though now my hand held her bare ass. Lena was rubbing her belly into my cock and I was rubbing my cock into her as we kissed. Soon I had my cousin pressed into the wall of the boathouse and we. Besides, I wanted to watch Terry fuck another guy.After a while, Bill said that he had some magazines in his car that illustrated orgies and wife swapping. He wanted to know if we were interested. Terry immediately said yes, so he went out to the car. While he was gone, Terry told me that she wanted to fuck both Bill and I. By this time, I was really hard, so I told her to go for it.Bill returned with several porn magazines. We all sat on the sofa with Terry between Bill and me. I was on her. She’d be an acceptable punching bag for his customers. His punching bag criteria are: anyone under 20 who is breathing.The authorities would have her listed in all the proper missing children databases. But Harold and Ramone wouldn’t worry about that. Too many misplaced kids from too many homes.I kept making the rounds, pimps and shelters. My part time researcher, Cathy Austin kept calling hospitals.The odds of a happy resolution grew longer every time the sun announced another day.Let me talk. Oh God. It's filthy and wrong and it's turning me on."I realized she was actually finding great pleasure not just in my physical activities, but in the very nature of our profane act. She was getting off on our incestruous relationship! The thought it that realization turned me on all the more, and soon I was talking dirty right back at her. "God, mother. I'm your son and I'm fucking you. You've got your son inside you again."At this she gasped and bucked frantically against me. The first waves.