I felt her slide the tip of my cock up and down her slippery slit. Then she suddenly slid completely down to my pelvic bone taking my entire length in...side her tiny body. She sat there for a moment with a big grin and then started bouncing up and down, faster and faster until she suddenly stopped and ground her clit into my pubic hair and collapsed across my belly. When she came out of her orgasmic tremors, she again started bouncing until I warned her I was about to come. She just kept going as. "Sure, I'll give you a chance to start over, but I'm kind of fascinated with the enigma I have right here." With that she leaned over and gave me another quick kiss on the cheek. That had to be a good sign, I told myself. Someone who's about to dump you doesn't keep kissing you, do they?We proceeded to our destination; a little French restaurant my parents said was a nice quiet romantic getaway they'd visit occasionally when they wanted to escape from obnoxious kids, such as yours truly. Kitty. 45am was what we had discussed. No doubt, once again, my fears, my timidity at the effrontery of even making a call had contributed to my own lack of concentration on such an elementary matter. Oh well, looks like another downstairs wait and another period of the tension in the front reception room. I say tension because my fears and fantasy have always been augmented by the sound of vibration its glass chandelier makes in sympathy with a click, click, click from the room above. The noise,. "I guess I could "forget" to lock the bathroom door after my shower too." As I walked my thoughts of ways to initiate moments of incest degenerated into me sexually fantasizing about either catching or being caught by this family member or that naked, vulnerable, and horny and fucking the shit out of one another. Needless to say that by the time I'd reached my room I desperately needed two things, out of my soaking wet panties and an orgasm by masturbation despite my desperately wanton desire.