“Get on your hands and knees,” he demands.He gets out and stands at the door as I pull myself into position on the edge of the seat. My ass is rai...ed; my nipples are rubbing against the upholstery. I hear his trousers slipping down to his ankles, then I feel his hands roughly parting my wet thighs.I had, at one point earlier, wondered if this monster cock would fit inside me and now I have my answer. Gripping my hips, he aims the head at my entrance and then pushes it in one go. I gasp. Before. I remembered my cousin all too well. When I had last seen him, he was a pudgy, buck toothed brat of 14, the ugly duckling of the family. He would always annoy the fuck outta me and push me around like I was nothing.“Um, yeah,” I said. “I remember him.”“Well he’s going to be there too,” said my mother ecstatically. “I hear he’s really looking forward to seeing you again.”‘More like looking forward to being a snotty, little brat again,’ I thought irritably, but I said, “Cool.”“So start. "There had been no non-disclosure when Keiko left the game for Andy in the first place. "That's all right. You gave me a good idea how it works." Andy should have known that telling me the details violated the NDA. Details I already knew from experience.I felt sorry for getting between Andy and Cassie. Who knows if they would have made it given Andy's traveling? But they deserved a chance. How did Keiko get the game back, anyway? Did Cassie leave it when we departed Andy's apartment, after. ”“Yeah,” he responded, chuckling, “twenty-plus years ago. I don’t know how much loving you’re going to get out of me after I lug that backpack all day.”“Who says we have to hike all day?” she asked rhetorically as she unfolded a large map of the area she had gotten from somewhere. A moment later, they were kneeling on the floor as she indicated places on the map.“Where did you get this?” Phillip asked.“I saw an advertisement in a backpacking magazine just after we had our initial conversation.