I got a bunch more followers on Instagram (mostly guys) when I started posting more selfies - some of them were pretty cute, so I started following th...em back.Without any reason to leave the house, I basically stopped getting dressed. For some reason I had hardly any colorful underpants, and so I spent the money I’d been saving for a broker on getting new panties and bras, and basically just wore those around the house.Mom disapproved, of course, but it felt like Mom disapproved of. I looked over at Cynthia and asked, “What do you think of those two when they do shit like that? How do you put up with it?”It looked like her eyes were tearing up as she responded, “I’ve argued with him and tried to talk to him about it, but he just laughs it off, like it’s no big deal. I even threatened to divorce him, and he told me that if I tried, his lawyers would make sure that I didn’t get a penny from him. He still takes care of my sexual needs, when I ask him, although he’s not that. I held it there, waiting for my bottom to get used to the sensation.Unable to hold back any longer, the fingers of my left hand sought out my clit.I pushed the anal intruder further into my bottom, gasping as its big brother automatically joined in the fun. I felt both of them filling me up.Mixed images started to flash through my head; naughty images – forbidden images. My face between Judy’s thighs, kissing her swollen pussy; Judy’s lips softly kissing my nipples; my own face, delving between. “Mark, this isn’t right,” I protested, “We are cousins.” Mark just laughed and said, “Kissing cousins,” and proceeded to kiss me again. This time I responded to his kisses and soon we were rolling our tongues around each other’s lips and exploring each other’s mouths.Marks bulge had grown even bigger and was pressing into me making my pussy to throb. Mark began to explore my body with his hands. First he slid his hand under my top and caressed my back. It was obvious to him that I wasn’t.