Is your pulse racing? So, would you like to have a special male friend who will write erotic stories about c***dren just for you? Just the way you... like them? Would you enjoy a caring, loving relationship with someone who, in bed, can take you to the deepest depths of depravity simply from the thoughts we share and the words we whisper excitedly into each other's ears? To us it's like a d**g, it's the most thrilling and exciting thing we could ever dream of, and yet everything we do is. So, does that mean that you ... and I ... can be intimate again soon? I really did enjoy it, you know. That was part of what bothered me, was knowing just how much we enjoyed it. Oh, and Becky ... I have something else to confess. Please, Anton ... Lucinda. Let me get this out. Becky ... I’m not your ... adoptive mother. I’m your birth mother. You and Mark are half-sister and half-brother. You were never picked up off the streets ... and you’re not totally black.“Your father ... he was another. We drove out of town to a local reservoir park and walked on the trail for a bit. We stopped at a bench and she asked if I would fuck her now. She was wearing a short jean skirt and he reached down under her shorts and pulled off her panties. I was wearing gym shorts and pulled my cock out and she spit on her hand and sat on it. It took her a while to get it the whole way in. MY GOD,SHE WAS TIGHT. It took a while, she grimaced a bit but got all the way in. I could tell she was uncomfortable and. He moans out, making me let go of the rails, and hold him close into me. We begin to fuck, picking up the speed. He pushes himself deeper inside me, taking me over the edge of pleasure. I can feel his skin slap against mine with each thrust, turning me on more. The sounds around us seemed to have stopped, as though every creature was listening to us. I couldn’t hear the crickets, or frogs, even the breeze stopped. It is like the world around us doesn’t exist beyond us. All I hear and feel is.