As she waltzed in,she put her 2 bags down and came over to give me a hug,an A-frame hug. As we loosened up the hug, I put my handon her hair, and inst...ead of bailing on the hug, sherelaxed her body fully against me and hummed a tonelessnote, a clear sign she was one of those women who lovedto have her hair messed with.I scratched her scalp and head for a few minutes, andshe purred contentedly. M was having a good time. As Iplayed with her lush hair, I grabbed a few handfuls ofhair and pulled,. My eyes downcast, Ichanced a secretive glance at my spectator, my full gaze falling upon the growingbulge straining within his trousers. A plan quickly budding, I turned my backto him under the pretense of washing it. I went to resume washing my legs,bending over, letting my hair cascade about my face, I used the dark and shiningtendrils to hide my curious glance. Then, watching his expression, I slid myhand, covered in the terry between my legs. The cloth felt rough like a cat'stongue against. Somehow, my dirty thoughts shifted to cousin Judy lying asleep in the next room, barely covered by her bedsheet. Passing her doorway, open to let the humid evening air circulate as best it could, I saw her partially draped form on the bed; one leg fully exposed to the night. Turning off all the lights, I puffed my joint and slipped my shorts down, over my stiffening cock and off.Judy was a cousin from somewhere amid my mother’s tangled family tree. She came to live with us after her own mother. She was wearing her favorite little linen skirt and a very low cut button shirt which she had tied at the waist. She wears no panties and a lace bra that is shear enough we could see her nipples through when the shirt would open as she was resting on her elbows or if she leaned over to talk across the table. The skirt was too short to sit without an occasional glance at her trimmed bush. Even on the dance floor the skirt would ride up enough when they would grab her ass cheeks that the bottom.