"Melissa is upstairs in her room, Ricky." James said as he took Kay's hand. "Why don't you go see her while I talk with your mom in the living room." ...Sure." Ricky said as he headed for the stairs."He's growing up to be a good looking young man, Kay." James told his sister as he guided her into the living room.Ricky bounded up the stairs and down the hall to Melissa's room. When he opened the door he found his cousin dressed only in panties, sitting on the bed thumbing through a magazine. His. "You should think comfort first. If I don't wear a bra, I feel like I'm bouncing all over and I'm really about the same size as you. For me, it's uncomfortable unless something is giving me a little support. Or someone," she added, looking up at me. Eventually, Rhonda chose one bra that was so thin it was just about transparent, but she felt it supported her without a bunch of wires and pads. The other was clearly a sports bra of the same style that Whitney wore—made to hold things firmly in. I became a wild man, and my hips wouldnt stop bucking against her. My balls slapping back and forth against her dripping cunt. I reached up and she turned her head in time to see me smack her on the ass hard. OOOOOOHHHHHH GOOOOOD YESS, SPANK THIS SLUTS ASS, SLAP IT HARD, she said. After several hard smacks I became worried because of the red handprints I was leaving, and that her husband would find out, but I knew I didnt really care inside. I reached down with the hand I was smacking her. I thought it could be a good chance but didn’t know how to drive in that direction. The session continued and we started gelling up a bit. Days went and it was our last session , I was sad as it was last day , she could see the expression only face. She said what’s going on is everything fine. I collected all my courage and said no it’s not fine as its last day and would miss session with you as you are now a good friend to me. She was bit taken back and looking at this I said don’t take it.