It was only this summer that I myself was a boy, whoselegs barely worked at all, and couldn't even imagine that before summer'send I'd be a girl, with... pretty legs, and a boyfriend who appreciates them...I found about about my boyfriend's interest because the weather hasfinally started to get colder, and my skirts and shorts have moved to theback of my now fairly large closet.I live in Edmonton, and once winter begins to bite, only someone crazywould expose more of their flesh then they. 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. He pushes more and more into her with each stroke and she is moaning loud and telling him it's too big. He ignores her pleas and continues to feed it to her until he's buried with his heavy balls resting on her ass cheeks. She is already in a daze and he hasn't even started fucking her yet. You ready to get thug fucked girl? She manages to squeak out a yes as he starts pulling out and pushing his full length back into her now working her pussy aggressively and telling her bf he's gonna turn her. ’ I was happy to follow her lead and, although quite nervous, was hoping to get something much more than just a luncheon conversation out of our encounter. After we entered, Etta handed me the hotel guidebook and invited me to check out the lunch menu while she visited the ladies room. When she emerged, she was stark naked and asked: ‘Would you be interested in lunching on any of this?’ Etta offered an erotic display of her lovely, tan-lined tits, slender hips and dirty blonde bush, cropped in.