I imagine the view he has; over me, face down on the bed, pussy up in the air, moaning, as his fingers easily slip into my drenched hole. This isn’...t in my plan, but I don’t care. It feels so good to feel his hands against my hot cunt, his fingers delving deeper inside my velvet passage. This isn’t long and slow at all. I am forcing my body hard back against his fingers, as he thrusts them deep into my squelching pussy. I support myself with one hand, and bring my other hand to meet his. I had read up on it and found out that, with proper preperation, it could be done safely and is not even particularly unhygienic. I had visited a clinic that afternoon and had my first enema. I was as prepared as was possible. However, as I did it, I was still very very anxious that I would gag. I did not, his cock tasted odd, but not like what I was afraid of. I could do it without any particular displeasure.Dan however was shocked."Wow!" He said "You are one dirty girl!" I could see he was. I knew that Anne was both flexible and energetic but I sensed that Rose was holding something back and I wanted her to give me access to her complete hidden secrets. I promised that I would pound her backside until she surrendered her last bastion of privacy to my demanding cock.Anne was wearing a long ballroom dress of red silk and I was reasonably certain she would be wearing no undies beneath the flowing folds. She was a bit of a tramp in those matters and never hesitated to spread her. He was all she had in the world. The teacher part of her saw the word “incest” scrawled on the wall in dripping, red letters, a condemnation she would be ostracized for. She’d never given much thought to the concept of incest before, much less wrestled with the morality of it. It was wrong. That’s what she’d been taught. Everybody knew that.She didn’t try to convince herself that merely opening her robe for him and letting him masturbate while looking at her didn’t constitute incest. She didn’t.