Hand shake for boys and boobs shake for girls. This time I’m going to narrate another fictional story. There were a lot of incest lovers among those... who replied on my previous stories. So this story is about how I and my cousin enjoyed sex. It is not a real story. Guys, hands on your hard cock and girls, on your pussy now.I belong to a spiritual, traditional and conservative family. Parents were strict and we could never talk against them. We just had to follow their orders. Like they show in. Yes. Now ... Don’t be shy. Everybody here has seen boobs before. I just wanted to use you as a demonstration. There. That’s nice. You may put the bra on your desk. Now come up here, and you as well, Miss Jones.Thank you.Now, as you can see, boobs come in all sizes. Large, as demonstrated by Miss Martin. Please, bring your hands down so everybody ... there. Thank you. And there are small ones, typified by Miss Jones. Now notice that there are differences not only in size, but in their shape.. I'd went shopping to cheer myself up, because I felt sorry for calling him those four naughty words, not to mention the three French ones, adding that his two eyes look better! Oh hell people, you do not know what I went through before I served him that damn divorce decree!On the sixth day of Christmas, I looked at my true love and felt aroused sexually. After all we still slept in the same bed together, and I could not resist his half naked body at six in the morning. So I convinced him to. Usually I try to avoid all eye contact with my fellow riders but I found myself returning a smile back. He had to be over six feet tall, as his head was slightly bent to avoid hitting the top of the ceiling. I pegged him to be in finance based on the way he was dressed. He wore a gray suit, a black buttoned shirt under the suit-jacket, and matching color tie. I was always a sucker for a man in a well-dressed suit, especially so with one as handsome as he. His dark chocolate complexion was.