From the desk of Dr. Aikio Proctor: Attached are several letters and my advice to possible applicants to our sanctuary.. This is an Island off the coast of Japan known as Lot's Cove or to the locals as Incest Island for being the subject of a major anthropological research institution in. I have included my responses and their entire email chain for the records of the institute. Dear Dr. Proctor, My husband and I have been arguing a lot of late, and only about one particular issue. We have always been very liberal about nudity and sex.
He reached up and grabbed my bouncing breasts, kneading and massaging them. There was no doubt in my mind that he wanted this as much as I did. He was rock hard inside me and his hands grabbed greedily at my chest. Our fire burned low as we fucked in the growing shadows. The cave echoing with the sound of our bodies slapping together in unbridled incestuous lust. My moaning became louder and more desperate as I grew close. Just a few weeks ago I had felt so embarrassed to think that he had heard me moaning as I masturbated in private, now I didn't care how much of this side of me he saw. I shuddered as my orgasm crashed over me, letting out a cry that would surely scare the birds into the night. My pussy convulsed around his cock, pulling him deep into me.
You've got three months vacation from university, surely you can spare three weeks? You know very well I can't go, I have business to attend to. Your mother can't go down there on her own. My mother is Dr. Anna Bridges, a geologist of considerable repute, working for the State Geological Centre. Even on her annual leave she could not stop working, but followed her own lines of interest. The present point at issue with my father was my mother's upcoming three weeks stay on Storm Island. He wanted me to accompany her because he couldn't, or more likely, wouldn't.
Author's note: I am recovering from repeated surgeries on both arms to correct a degenerative nerve condition. In order to write this, I am using a voice to text software which isn't always as accurate as I would like it to be. As my recovery time will take more than a year, I have decided to continue writing and give my best effort at doing the thing I love. Please, if you spot any typos or grammatical mistakes, consider volunteering as my editor to allow me to write more stories more frequently with better quality. Special thanks to my wife and overly indulgent soulmate mrssecondsamuel for making time away from her coursework to edit my smut.