For the life of me, I can't remember anything except the feeling of our arms touching and the lingering taste of her kiss. The walk went quickly, and ...she was checking us in at the front desk. It was a fancy old hotel, and even had an elevator attendant. There were three other people in the elevator with us, and Chris stood in front of me. After the doors closed, I felt something rubbing along the length of my semi-hard-on. With a quick glimpse down I saw my cousin's dainty hand touching the. I did not know how to start and just blared out. “I’ll be eighteen next week, I’m a Virgin and I don’t know how and I’m scared to loose it. Help me”. “Come here to me” and she embraced me in a comforting way. I sobbed quietly, “Don’t cry, and dry your tears. I’ll help you; I’ve done it a number of times for girls in your situation”. “You see we have a club, I’ll arrange for everything, you’ll be most gorgeous and most happy,” she said.Then she continued “Some time ago, I’ve learned that many. Whilst doing this with my other hand I started to stroke her upper legsThis seemed to be approved of but I had not apparently found her most secret tickly spot yet?I was running out of places on her lovely body so I undid the buttons on her shorts lifted her hips and got the shorts out of the way.Whilst still sucking on the blossoms I started to stroke and then finger her clit ( covered as it was with young hair) still not objecting tomy progress and with me now with an extremely rock hard cock. The clay hadn't really hardened yet so with a brush and some release formula, I soaked the area of damage, scrubbed cleaner into it and rinsed it over and over until the water was clear. Then I used towels to pull the liquid out of the carpet. It was a lucky break that there was no padding under the carpet. It would take hours to dry, so I carefully moved my work to another area. . Needless to say, I was sweating like a French whore in a sauna so I had to go take a shower...again. I sat with a.