Joan had a number of doubts, but she never named any of them.Joan always wore frightfully short skirts and loose, low-cut blouses or skin-tight sweate...s and no bras. Once, she even brought her baby to practice and sat in the front pew where everyone could see him nurse. The men all watched with envy when she popped a fat tit from her blouse, the nipple red and hard, and fed it into the infant's hungry mouth. She hunched down and spread her legs wide, revealing her scanty panties pulled tightly. Smiling at the assorted well-wishers you glow with excitement as your mom presents you with a massive cake, "Thanks, everyone! Wow, it looks really good!"So you enjoyed the cake, the various presents and the attention... and tried not to notice a sulking figure leaning in a corner, away from the festive spirit.The figure, wrapped up in a dark attire of black clothes and hanging chains, is your cousin, Jessica. Months ago her boyfriend broke up with her to date you and she never forgave you for. It was important to me he look good for my friends. I enjoyed showing him off.I particularly liked tight fabric around his chest and arms, like T-shirts that showed his guns; but in cooler weather I liked him in four-button Henleys.I had a thing about his underclothing. I made him wear silk pouch Brazilian briefs one size too large with his workout clothes. They made a nice bulge and gave him room, too. I had him buy patterned cotton briefs for his jeans. It was my rule he should be commando. My balls began to tighten and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I had my release. Faster her thumb and fingers stroked me. “Are you gonna cum?” she asked rather tauntingly. My breathing was ragged and all I could do was squint and nod yes. “No you’re not…not yet! You’re going to wait for me!” and with that she let go of my cock. I watched as she stood up and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled it from her skirt and threw it on the chair next to the bed. I attempted to reach down to.