Meagan s Desire
Note : This story is completely fictional! Meagan picked herself up off her bed. Her breathing was still heavy, but it was slowing down considerably. She picked up a hand mirror and glanced in it. The redness was leaving her pretty, youthful face. Bending down, she grabbed her underwear and short shorts and pulled them up. “Meagan?” came a call from outside the room. “What?” asked Meagan. “Can I grab the car keys? I’m going to John’s.” “Sure,” said Meagan. Quickly, she adjusted her messy hair,...
Incest