He had never wanked with a guy one on one although he had done lots of cam wanking. I asked him whereabouts he was. He lived not far from me about te...n minutes walk. I asked him to come round. About ten minutes later there was a knock on the door and I answered he was there in jeans and a tee shirt. I had answered the door bollock naked because I knew it was him. He said wow, and asked if he could touch my cock. Yes of course, he rubbed it and put his hands under my balls. I unzipped him and. His lips are soft and he is gentle. I want more, I feel the lust building already, he is toxic. the naughty feeling of kissing my cousin is in fact incredible. i slide his hands up and down my body and my own up and down his. he grabs ahold of my breast and flicks my nipple in such a way I let out a gasp of pent up sexual desire. His hands are like magic being so rough and gentle at the same time. I kiss his lips, his neck, his chest. Everything is spinning. At this point I am dripping wet for. We set thedate for the next night, around eight o'clock. I would meet him at a bus stopclose to his flat and we would take it from there. We had agreed that if wedidn't like the look of each other we would say so there and then and save anyproblems later.The next day was hell at work; it was all I could think of all day, the thoughtof finally having a man's cock deep inside me, thrusting in me, made me hornyall day. Finally I could hold out no longer and had a fantastic wank in thegents. But by now many of the boys, teammates or friends of my sons, were calling me Joan or Joanie. After they had humped the hell out of me and left a big sticky load in me somewhere there wasn’t any need in being so formal anymore. Make sense?Craig laughed and told me that I might want to do something before they started tearing the bus apart. Coach laughed and informed me that we were getting close. Only two or two and a half hours left before we got there. I asked them if they were coming back.