The next day he and I went fishing for a good part of the day, caught very little, but had a great time talking, and found that he lived just east of ...hiladelphia, while we live just west of that great City. During the day I mentioned to him that often the wife and I enjoyed the pleasures of the night time on the beach..When we returned from our day fishing, I invited my new friend to join my wife and I for a drink. That night my wife dressed in a long thin cotton dress that buttoned up the. She then gave her a few more good whacks all over with my belt and then locked her outside on our balcony porch for the rest of the night, telling her we'd return for her in the morning and she if she was a 'good girl' for us then she could have her long delayed reward.It was uncomfortably cold for her outside standing naked on full display for all of the photographers, whom once they noticed what was happening (we left the balcony light on to be extra helpful to them) started taking pictures. ”She looked at me disappointed and seemed to settle in her seat. We ordered our ice cream and ate in silence. Then she looked up at me, a twinkle in her eye. I didn’t like it, her twinkle always got us in trouble.“Maybe we can do things to each other. I mean we are cousins, and I’ve seen you naked a few times. I’m sure we can be discreet if we had to.”I smiled, I knew she was a bad influence on me.“Okay, I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll go with your plan and “practice” with you, but I don’t want. Since I usually sleep face down I don’t even wake up as you cuff my wrists behind my back. What wakes me is feeling you rolling me over onto my side and climbing onto my bed. After you brush my hair away from my face I can see that you’re naked, and hard. You lean so close that I can feel your breath in my ear as you whisper, “Am I going to have to hurt you?”I shake my head, no.“Are you going to be a good girl?”I nod, yes. “Good, now open your mouth . . .”Your cock is thick and hard, and I.