Suddenly I stepped my house the stairway made a small creak sound. The slapping stopped almost instantly. I could kind of hear someone breathing out, ...ut then it was total silence. I slowly walked back upstairs. I looked inside my brother’s room – he was sound asleep. I slowly opened the guest bedroom – my cousin wasn’t there. “Hmm, maybe it was him downstairs. I wonder what’s up” I thought. I went back downstairs. I did it quietly, hoping if it was my cousin, he wouldn’t hear me so I’d be able. I guess I cared for her more than I realized. I suppose you can see that because here it is forty-one years later and I'm telling you about it. Life goes on.I met my wife Mary while visiting one of my sisters. I had two sisters and two brothers. We were a pretty good size family. Well, back to how I met Mary. I had a habit of just walking in the my sisters home, never thinking about knocking or ringing a doorbell. I stopped by my sister's and there was this girl. Hell, she wasn't a girl. She. ”As Cathy slides down, together in tandem, they pull Matthew’s boxers down by the waistband. The fabric snakes over his shaft and his twitching cock flips into plain sight.“Such a big one,” Cathy growls as she takes the shaft into her grasp.“Fuck, that is nice,” Mila echoes.Mila cups his balls as Cathy starts to stroke his cock before raising her head to suck on it gently eliciting a groan from Matthew. Cathy takes the tip in her mouth as Mila snakes her tongue up and down his shaft. Mila licks. It switched off quickly as she reached for her purse."No, no," I protested, "it is a pleasure to buy you coffee Miss. A kind of tribute really I suppose." Well, its certainly a long time since I was addressed as 'Miss' and a bit incorrect these days don't you think? Thank you anyway, it is appreciated. The coffee that is. Your politeness too for that matter. Refreshing these days." Well, it seemed appropriate, and anyway I didn't know what else to call you. Ma'am seemed a little formal and a.