"Auntie Vesta!" cried the cheerful voice of her uninvited visitor. "So good to find you here!"The portly god who greeted her was Bacchus, god of wine.... Vesta sighed and inwardly cringed. In truth, she would have preferred a visit from any other god, even Vulcan, who at least remained civil when he kept his temper in check. Vesta supposed Bacchus may have been tolerable when sober but it was a hypothesis that was impossible to test!Still, she was the goddess of the hearth after all. She couldn't. The young girl was now moving the foreskin back and forth over the head of his prick in a gentle slow rhythm and as she did so Carol had brought her vaginal opening into contact with John's mouth. As Ursula moved her hand more rapidly up and down the length of his prick, John's tongue entered the hot vaginal entrance of his wife."Oh God, go on. Force your cunt into my mouth, Carol," he moaned. "Suck my prick, Ursula, suck my prick. I want to come!" The girl bent over and placed her mouth over. With big bags hanging all over my body, I left the tent and walked to the car that was going to drive me back to the barracks. One of my Norwegian colleagues helped me get my stuff into the vehicle.When we arrived at the barracks I thanked him and I went inside the building. Once inside the building I entered a typical dull military room. As soon as I dropped my bags on the ground I took a towel and clean civilian clothes from my duffel bag. Going down to the showers I realized I was very horny. .I'd kill to have a young woman like you and even now I'd do anything for you." So, being my Uncle, being my mothers brother is the only thing that stops you and yet it doesn't stop you from checking me out." You're shocked at my response. Is this a test? I'm your niece there is no way I could possibly want you, then again your my Uncle and you certainly want me..."We're family...it's wrong and it's illegal." Society says it's wrong. Did you know that it would have to take generations of.