”My entire life I went followed whatever my cool, older cousin said. Seeing and touching Lea’s mound sparked all sorts of interest I never imagine.... I wondered if Lea had hair around her butthole like she did her pussy. This was my cousin, better than a best friend, my blood relative and I wanted to see her butthole. I wanted to do more than just see it. Hell, I wanted to explore it, but I started by daring Lea to show it to me. Lea faced the headboard and got on all 4s. She reached behind,. I don't need a bra anymore. My pecs hold my breasts firmly up and out and my nipples stick up pert and cheeky. Then (as so often) there's a stab of regret and sadness. I am sure must be unrecognisable to all my old friends; unrecognisable to Joe; even to my parents. That is the price I am paying. I enjoy the exercise but because I enjoy it, I have to pay. This time, the price is to become unrecognizable to all those I know and love. Jenny McEwan is now dead: she has gone and in her place is. I took that description as a huge compliment. She had a nice glossy pout herself and mocha skin that had a nice glow. Her green summer dress was sleeveless and the long skirt covered her to the ankle, leaving much to my dirty imagination. I continued pleading with her. “I’m stuck with two sixteen-year-olds. You have to keep me company and protect me from raging hormones and the temptation to feel like an old codger,” I said, in exaggerated desperation. “You have two teenagers?” She asked. “No!. She had a strong orgasm and looked so hot with her hand in her pajama. She stopped rubbing, pulled out her hand, and opened her eyes. She looked totally shocked when she saw me sitting next to her. I told her she looked so beautiful right now and reached down and pulled down her pajama bottoms. She had g-strings on her and they looked like they were soaked. She held up her hands like in protest to me pulling off her pants, but she did not say anything. I leaned in and took the hand that had.