"A girl needs toaccessorize, after all." Practicing my femme walk back to the closet, Ionce again marveled at Shelly's wardrobe. I looked at her skirt... andtops. My eyes wandered towards the dresses in back. One in particularcaught my eye. She'd worn this stunning dress to her best friend'swedding. It was hot little number with a lacy bodice and a flowy skirt,which was just short enough to be cute and not slutty. I took it fromits hanger and unzipped it. Stepping my stockinged legs into the. His words scared me, surely he’d rip me apart, but I needn’t have worried.I felt his cock head nudging against my nether hole, but he didn’t force it.“I’m going to let you go,” he said with a smile. “You and your own body weight will dictate how much of it you can take,”He let go and I relaxed my death grip on his neck, his shaft was positioned perfectly and slid in slowly.My mouth formed an O and I heard myself moaning as he slowly but surely invaded my rectum.“Jesus Christ,” I hissed, “I’m. Suddenly I woke up with a start. Monty was on the bed and licking the salty tears off my face. I laughed and turned my head away.“Oh God, I forgot to shut the door,” I said. I couldn't help patting his head, though. He seemed so happy to be around me after being ignored for so long. “I'm sorry, boy. You didn't do anything wrong.” He kept trying to lick my face and as I turned away again I saw that his dick was about two inches out of its sheath. I grew tense and looked away quickly. But already. I just didn't know it would be my cousin.So my cousin John (not original name) seemed to have consigned himself to living in my small hometown for the rest of his life. Which is no problem, always good to see a familiar face. It was about a week into my vacation that I ran into him and we started to hang out. I was a bit curious, even though he wasn't Casanova, he always got the girls. I had heard this was because he was hung like a horse. What was further intriguing was that I had heard from.