" Oh, use me?" I mused. "Whatever do you mean?" Well," she purred, "I don't want a boyfriend right now, but I wouldn't mind some tenderness. And some ...cock." Ah," I nodded. "Fortunately I have plenty of both to give."Her tongue found its way into my mouth, warm and soft and redolent of whiskey. I cradled her face in my hands, relishing the closeness and and sweetness that grew quickly with passion. She lay down on the couch, stretching catlike with a demure smile on her tanned face. She tugged. She felt his hands working closer to her crotch. Her face was flushed, overcome with lust for her cousin. Her hips began to work back and forth, lightly rubbing herself on his crotch. She felt one finger find her warmth, causing her to moan.“That’s it, Steven,” she encouraged, “Touch me! I’m so wet…”He slipped his finger into her wetness, feeling its tightness. He kissed her as he began to finger her. She was quite obviously enjoying his efforts. He couldn’t believe he was here, watching. First time I am hearing of such relation.Me – some of your friends may be doing with their own brothers.She – I don't know, but no one will tell, even if they are doing.By now, she was getting hot due to the sexy talks. I asked her to show her panty so that I can tell her whether she had pissed or not. She kept silent, maunam sammathi lakshanam. Therefore, I lifted her skirt and felt her panty. I tried to put my head at her crotch, she was shocked to see it. Oh bhayya what are you doing. I can. Did I forget to mention that the entire neighborhood was clothing optional? That, of course, did not influence our decision to rent the house. Well, at least not much. Except for Paul, most of us were pretty ordinary-looking. Paul was six-three, swimmer’s build, dark hair and never had to work out. Five-foot-nine Randy, blond and fit, worked out religiously. The girls still flocked to Paul. Josh was a red-head, five-ten, and a bit stocky. Me, I’m five-eleven, eminently forgettable brown hair,.