And then for some reason I want to degrade myself even more and talk like a whore. Say things like - cock, fuck, ass, cunt... Damn him anyway!" She gr...abbed up her snifter and downed what was left in the glass in one gulp. "Sometimes I wonder why I stay with him."June gazed at the abused wife with her heart full of compassion. She very clearly understood Nina's compulsive need for self-degradation... self-debasement. God, who could understand it better than she could? She had been involuntarily. You gesture me to sit as you pick up the wine and look at what I've chosen for the evening. Smiling you open and sit as we eat and talk over our day's. It was hard hiding this from you but seeing you relax, smile , and talk with me makes it all worth it. After finishing, I take the remaining dishes into the kitchen and load them before coming back into the room. Laying back on the bed with the satin sheet up around your waist with a smile the only thing you are wearing. I walk to the foot of. Englishman Captain Bligh recorded his thoughts as early as 1759. While he didnt engage in the offer of those girls-who-are-boys, he was intrigued by us. He didnt limit his men from partaking in those queer island passions as much as they desired. He wrote: I am for some reason captivated, both by the queerness of it and by how openly it is done. Without hesitation my men unite themselves easily and often with the Mahu. Under Gods own sunlight they merge together to transact the exchange for. Mother gasped.Then I settled to a steadier rhythm. I had achieved what I wanted. Fucking my own mother. My cock was inside her vagina and I am fucking her. I am fucking the same cunt my father has used to quench his lust and flooded it with his sperm to create me. I finally managed to spread the same legs my father has spread on the same bed. Finally I managed to make the same woman my dad made as woman of the house. I am squeezing the same breasts my dad squeezed and my mother used to feed me.