"Erik, Sweetheart, you are not a pervert." Course I am Mitch," I snapped back. "Let's face it, doing girlie thingsappeals to me. The feel of girlie cl...othes is, well, nice. No more thanthat, it feels 'right'. That's not normal behaviour, and that's only thehalf of it. Wearing the stuff and doing the things is bad enough, butgetting a hard-on as well is just too much. That really is perverted!" OK, Einstein," Mitch responded, "do something for me; define 'normal'."I looked back at Mitch. "What?". Each time I hit her ass, she bore down on my face. I loved it. I ate her pussy for all I was worth. Licking from asshole to clit and then back again, I let her grind herself down on me. My cock was rock hard. I couldn't touch it for fear of coming. That I was saving for her pussy. I extracated myself from beneath her and grabbed the dildo. "I have a special friend who's come to visit you."Through half closed eyelids, my sweet, dear sister-in-law looked at me in the mirror. I pulled the dildo. Wealthy peoples practiced this form of sex long before men like daddy enjoyed the fruits of his loins, my sister and I were normal girls of outstanding beauty and as we grew into teenagers we were always walking around naked, we thought nothing off it, showering and saunas, then s*s began menstruating, I can remember her with her legs open and Bertie and dad feeling her down there, they were talking and inserting their fingers, moving them in and out, 'She likes that Joe', said uncle Bertie, as. His show of affection had stunned her as she met his gaze looking stung by his touch. “I’m sorry.” Rachel sniffled. “I hate being such a mess like this. It’s so embarrassing, so unprofessional.” “We’re not in at the work place, we’re at my place.” He reached for the tissue box and offered it to her. She tugged on a tissue and thanked him. “I think it’s needless to say that my relationship is over.” Her laughter sounded so sardonic, but Gabriel knew that she was hurting. He could see it in.