Now in college ( those days plus two was done in colleges) do you have a lover ? I asked my cousin.First you tell me about your lover, she told me.It ...is a pity I cannot make you my lover, yet I will try. I replied.HA, HA, She laughed looking at my groin which was bulging again. We kept on talking and while moving about in the house, my aunt was brushing against me, often pressing her boobs against me. And I also noticed that this was being observed by my cousin. I then stated brushing myself. I had to reach in and grab one of her feet to pull her out. I didnt want to hurt her badly this early. But I had to admit I was smiling as she struggled. It was adorable. sick f-fucker,..ow! let go! You cant do this! she protested as I drew her out of the cage and started tugging her toward the center of the room. Crawl and shut your foul little mouth or Ill gag you. I said. No,..ugh.. she struggled to keep up, choking when she had to let go of the loop, but I was pleased to see her start to. "I replied, "I wish I was your husband."She looked deep in my eyes but did not reply. Both of us understood that it was the very beginning of the love story of our lives. Anne wasn't the first married woman in my life. I had fucked several of them but it had always been "quickies" at parties, conferences and such occasions. Anne was different; I was in true love with a married woman. That was a new and unexpected experience for me. Now I really found out the big difference between making love. “Maybe he’s still thinking about it,” she thought.After dinner, Sarah went to her bathroom to shower. She removed her clothes and saw her dirty panties, which were damp because of how aroused she had felt throughout the day. She slowly washed her body, resisting the urge to masturbate. “Maybe he’ll come today again”, she thought. She really hoped he did. She went back to her room and looked for her nightgown for a second, but then she remembered she had washed it last night after his brother.