Danny wasn’t fresh, but he wasn’t too used.I had to teach him everything. He needed to be taught how to suck my dick. I had to show him how to mov...e when I had him riding me. He had to learn how to fill all my needs.Danny stays over here a lot. I like to fuck him as much as I can. As a lad his age, he will soon develop into a bastard and will be off. Before then, I want to get as much of my cum into him as possible. He gives good head now, he also knows when just to open his mouth so I can do. The ice gripped me.But my body warmed. I thawed. I had hope. Cassie had lost, but I was still in the game. I could still return to my sister and our daughters with my futa-cock. I could still love my incestuous harem with my clit-dick.I strained against the cold gripping me. Bubbles rose from my mouth as I groaned. It held me everywhere, a massive hand that somehow held every inch of my body and kept it immobile save for allowing me to breathe and move my eyes and... Wiggle my toes.They flexed. I couldn't talk to ... well ... I guess I better get used tocalling her my sister. I couldn't talk to my parents. How could I tellthem about the things going through my head? I couldn't talk to myfriends. Well, not most of them. There was one who might understand, andshe was usually online pretty late, but would she still be awake?I shoved my pillows and covers behind me until I was sitting prettycomfortably, then reached under my bed for my laptop and started it up. Ifiddled with the wireless. It wasn't large or ugly, simply a fine line that ran from near her spine, across and slightly up, over where her left kidney would be. Other than that one minor disfiguration, the rest of her skin was smooth and beautiful. Her legs were slender and trim, with nicely curved calves and thighs. Her ass was, simply, a work of art: small, tight, and obviously firm. Her hips and waist were in proportion to the rest of her, their curves making it clear that she was delightfully female. Her hair hung.