’ Spencer called out as he attempted to adjust his fuzzy red trousers. ‘I think first old Saint Nick needs to splash a little cold water on his fa...ce. Go on without me.’ Stacey went into the next room and watched the others play party games. All the while, she waited patiently for her boss near a doorway that was decorated with a sprig of mistletoe. But he never showed up. When the party ended, Stacey could only assume that she’d embarrassed Spencer and that he had simply bolted. In the weeks. “If I was a pirate, that abandoned facility would make a hell of a good base,” John mused.Calara looked up at him with newfound respect. “Very impressive Commander! I came to the same conclusion, but it’s taken me a few days to put it all together.”“Perhaps I missed my vocation as a pirate?” he asked, as he smiled at her graciously.“Or found it as a Pirate hunter,” she replied firmly.John nodded his agreement. This had been a surprising conversation in a few different ways, but mainly he was. Once I was almost out, she would nudge me back in with her heels on my back, and I would slip back in easily as she relaxed her muscles, and her cunt was so wet.Marcy came out of the bathroom. She had dried off, and had a towel around her head. She just came right over, and as I was leaning down on Sarah, she gave me a poke and said, "Make room."I straightened up some, and she slipped in and positioned her cunt right over Sarah's mouth. Marcy leaned forward, to give me more room, and I lightly. Why do I write incestuously erotic stories? Not questioning it, I never knew why until, one day, when I sat and pondered the question by looking back on my life. Filled with emotional upheaval, sex, violence, incest, debauchery, and depravity, a much harder life than most women, my life hasn’t been an easy one. By my true confession that I enjoy writing erotica, especially incestuous stories, and with my response begging the question to be answered as to why I enjoy writing erotica, especially.