"Bernd took a step toward Mom and held out her hand. Mom took it ratherdisconcertedly. "Hello," she answered rather stereotypically. "Eh, Bernd?" Yes,... although the name doesn't fit anymore. Recently I've been calledBernadette, but I don't like that at all. I'm still thinking, but I thinkSarah suits me pretty well." Eh - good, Sarah." Mom was completely at loose ends.I took Bernd - no, Sarah - by the hand and said to her, "Mom is stillpretty much worn out from work. Want to make some. I could tell they were setting up for the contest near the main house because I could smell the yummy smoked pork in the barbecue. It smelled delicious. I’ve never eaten as well as I have at this campground. Even my Grandma can’t make ribs like Pit Master Jason.We walked past some porta-potties they had at the camp. People were starting to walk up to the main event area. We weren’t in a private area or anything – so people could see that my cousin was wearing handcuffs. No one seemed shocked. Blonde, slim and tall, with long legs and perky little breasts, she was a bit of an eye-catcher.Finally, I could hear the door open and saw Emma stumble into the living room, wearing a white shirt and her tightest jeans, showing the shape of her round little ass, one of her main assets.When she had taken her boots off, I kissed her goodnight, but she drew me closer and I could feel her tongue against mine. At the same time, I could hear my pants being unzipped and felt an eager hand unpack my. This time when I sucked your clit into my mouth and covered you with my hot, peppermint tongue, you locked your legs around my neck and rocked your pussy against my mouth, moaning loudly with each stroke of my tongue. You dug your fingers into my hair and pulled me into you, moving my head up and down against you at the same time that you were doing your best to move against my mouth. “Oh god!” you shouted to the ceiling as you locked your legs tighter around me. Your hands held my head in.