In this one his cock was fully erect, and I mean fully! Maybe super-erect is the way to put it. That cock of Ken's was absolutely huge, but maybe even... more impressive was just how hard it seemed, how it stood up straight at a forty-five degree angle from his smooth, sleek washboard belly, like a magnificent sentinel of youthful, teen virility. He also added in his reply that he was 'exceptionally long lasting.' And this, of course, was a big, big plus, and a pleasant surprise. Since young. It was followed by yet another, and another, until I was crying silent tears of embarassment.I stiffened slightly, when I felt his arms come around me and pull me against him in a warm, comforting embrace. "Shhh, relax, Lily. I didn't mean to embarass you or make you cry. You shouldn't be embarassed or upset. It's perfectly natural to want someone...even if he is your cousin. You can't help the way you feel. Neither can I. The moment I saw you standing there, staring at me as if I were the. He suddenly turned back toward her. “Are we going to ride tomorrow? Those two could use a little exercise.” “That would be lovely! We haven’t gone riding in quite some time. Down along the creek and across the bottoms, maybe?” “Wherever you like, my young friend; you call it! I’ll be back soon.” With a wave over his shoulder, he walked away. Inside, she poured herself a couple fingers of Makers Mark over an ice cube and carried it to her bedroom; it wasn’t a typically feminine drink, but she’d. Despiteher tribulations, she was always cheerful, and her freckly Irish skinwould light up when laughing at one of Rosie or Maria's outrageousjokes.As Rosie led the conversation towards one of her favourite themes, thatof how women were gradually taking charge, and how her "girls" had theworld at their feet (or "under our butts," as Maria laughingly put it),I sat quietly, mesmerised by Rosie's flashing brown eyes and animatedgestures. Always caring, Molly chipped in. "But what about the.