. I just miss him!I have my stuffies to keep me company and all of the wonderful, naughty toys that daddy and I play with but none of them do it quite...like him. I lie awake most nights trying to play with myself and make my clit feel like it does when he caresses it or trying to finger my tight holes as he would but it just doesn't feel the same. I can't reach the blissful, bed shaking, breathtaking climax that I do when he touches me.another thing I miss is his thick cock, the way it feels,. Slowly and steadily my hands moved up to her rump and my fingers and thumbs applied the best massage techniques I could envision. Her purrs let me know I was doing it well. I squeezed each cheek and pulled them apart and pushed them back together then moved them up and down. I knew right then that she loved the hands of a man on her tight sexy ass. The question was could she ignore the fact that we were first cousins and doing something that was taboo.I think it was the weed that made me. If I couldn’t stop peeing every drop of piss I took in was going right back out. For what seemed like an eternity I tried to stop the flow but couldn’t. I finally decided that I drank it a lot faster than it came out so maybe I could get most of it inside me and out of those bags. I gulped I slurped I gagged I drank and drank and eventually the big bag was empty. It had been hanging above the smaller bag and draining into it. I figured I was running out of time so I doubled my efforts. " You have proof that you were washing the car? How could you have proof?" Doesn't it look clean?" Come on now, Wyden. We need more proof than that." As I continued the tease, she scooted her chair closer to me and put her hand on my arm in an effort to show me what good friends we were.Well, I always like to respond positively any time someone else makes an effort to be friendly, so I put my hand on her thigh, just above the knee. Sue has great thighs--well tanned and slender.She flinched a.