The mood was not festive, but did not miss it by much. I was not to that point yet. My funk still lingered and I had concerns about CC. She did not ha...ve a place at the printer's meeting, but I did not want to leave her alone. With some misgivings, I went to Jason, who would also not be going to the meeting."Jason. We have one small piece of unfinished business. I gave Richard and Paul a signed photo of our session, but not you yet. While we are gone, why don't you and CC pick out some. I tongued her navel, then moved to her pussy opening. I swiftly grazed her clit, and she bucked, but I moved on to her vagina, pushing my tongue into the opening and moving my tongue around, lapping up her plentiful juices. Brenda grabbed my hair and pulled my head back to her clit and began to move my head up and down, making sure my tongue stayed in contact with her clit until she had cum.She pulled me back onto the hammock, saying “fuck the shit out of me cousin, fuck me hard. I need. Richards came home and found Cindy on the couch watching TV. He sat next to her and started up a conversation. His hands squeezed her knees a few times.Who made the first move was unclear. Was it that Mr. Richards offered her a glass of wine or that Cindy spilled some wine on his shorts and quickly tried to blot the stain? Her hands grazed against his thighs. That physical contact had stirred something in his pants and they both felt it.Going along with the moment, Mr. Richards undid his shorts. Her voice was low and her icy blue eyes were full of lust, “You aren't the only one who was sneaking peeks. I have to admit, you're a handsome man, Michael.” “But you're my cousin!” Michael protested, “It's wrong!” “So why does it feel so right?” Fiona grabbed one of his hands and maneuvered it to her ass. She let out a primal growl and pressed her breasts harder onto Michael's chest. She slowly slid her hand down his waist and felt the hardness forming behind his jeans. Michael struggled to.