”“Er, yeah. Yeah it must.”He just looked at me for a moment. “Well, let's find out.” Pushing his hand up inside the leg of my shorts, he too...k hold of me again, but this time with no fabric between his hand and my once more stiffened member. Pulling the skin gently and slowly as he'd learned from me minutes before, he looked at it with fascination, before lowering his head and starting to lick around the end of it. Now that I was wetted, he began to draw the skin back further until his hand was. She was trying to answer him, and I could hear the slight shake in her voice. The sound of a jug of something moving across the countertop was followed by pouring.There was no doubting the effect the situation was having on her. She had been wetter than usual to start with, as she often is when trying something new, but now her pussy was positively gushing, and I relished the spicy flavour as I lapped it up.A few more words were exchanged, then I heard the kitchen door close. Immediately,. The room was not absolute pitch-black, call it dark as a starry night in the woods.Sam, sleeping after sex, is honestly one of the most attractive woman I know. She is not normally that attractive, but relaxed and languid in post-sexual repose she looks incredibly inviting, sexy, and so fucking happy. She radiates a sort of a happy innocence appropriate for the fabled Garden of Eden.She was spread out on the bed, taking up most of the space, sprawling without a bit of covers. Both of her holes. Her blouse was completely off her, and, judging from the look on my cousin’s face as he looked at her tits, she was about to lose her brassiere too.My cock got harder at the thought of those sweet melons being exposed. I told myself I couldn’t think those kinds of thoughts about my own mother, but I still thought them anyway. Then my cousin made a smooth move with his hands and Mother gasped, and I knew it had happened.I looked down, and sure as hell, my mother’s brassiere was on the floor of.