?Your hand getting sore?? asked Sam. ?A little,? I told him honestly. Mam beating wasn't a sport I got to do veryoften, more's the pity. Still, all th...ings considered, Sam did invite the rightguy home. ?You know what this means, don't you Saggy?? ?Yes, Sam. I can't go around hurting your friend's hand with my saggies.? ?Damned right, you old cunt.? From behind a flower pot, Sam produced a cat-o'-nine tails with nasty lookingmetal spikes. ?You're not going to?,? I began, expecting before long. Over the past several years crazy cousin Rachael would call me at all hours of the day and night to whine and cry about one thing or another. She was divorced (again), her k**s didn’t want to see her, she needed money (I never sent her any) or her employer was such an asshole. She had been thrown out of every relative’s home on ‘the shore’ several times and had used up any and all ‘good will’ and family ties that she had. In desperation my father had called last Fall and asked if she could come. For a second shesaw herself with her own breasts in the bra cups and a pussy between herlegs.With her hair fluffed and styled and her makeup done, Bri focused back onthe room. She sat unable to speak. She was staring at Mindy. She hadpulled down her jeans around her ankles to reveal a pair of boy's boxers. It wasn't the boxers that made her gasp, but what was sticking out.Mindy stood there smiling. With her hair slicked back and no makeup, shedefinitely looked different. She had a broad. She was moaning and kissing me passionately. Now I shifted my left hand from her ass cheek to her jeans button.I unbuttoned her jeans and slowly lowered her zipper. She was wearing black panty. I started rubbing her pussy over her panty. She was turned on and was moaning loudly. I kissed her hard and simultaneously I was squeezing her boobs with my right hand and rubbing her pussy with my left.Then I went near the table so that I could get into better position. I broke the kiss but I was still.