I was seeing my cousin, who was studying in a place very far from her home and staying in a hostel, after a long time. I noticed her bodily changes. S...he is no more that lean girl who was bathing with me in this bathroom. She now has some flesh all over her body. Breasts are small yet attractive. Buttocks exactly fit her body. Standing under the shower, I moved my hands faster. My reddish head is now like a dim light appearing and disappearing at regular intervals. Hey mam, wait don’t waste your. “Home or Away?” I asked. He looked puzzled so to clarify things I said, “Are you with the home team or the visitors?” “Visitors,” he replied in a distinctly Welsh accent. I asked him if he’d won or lost and he shuffled a bit saying rather mournfully that his team had lost by some margin. This brief interaction was an icebreaker though and we were soon chatting comfortably. Although he looked older than nineteen due to his chiselled features he was in fact still a student. He also revealed that. She spotted an old neon sign that must have been fifty or sixty years old attached to an ancient diner-like building. The only lines into the building seemed to be electricity and telephone. No antennas were visible and the parking lot was mostly full of pickup trucks.The meal was a welcome relief. The food was hot, full of fat, salt, and sugar. I scanned the room every few bites but no one seemed to be paying us any attention. The crowd was mixed; black, white, and even a young Asian couple,. On the top sat a small purple remote with three buttons: Hi, mid, low. Picking it up I heard a gasp and whimper. Sprite obviously didn't mean for this to lay around unattended. Pressing low I realized what it was to. A feint metal clicking could be heard from Sprite. Of course this clicking could only be found beneath a pile of moans and excited groans. Tossing the remote to the side with a clatter a sigh squeezed in between Sprites lustful symphony of pleasure. Pressing the Hi button I set.