They reached the exit door just in time to prevent it from swinging shut and clicking locked, and held it barely cracked for the minute it took to let...the first shift man rush off down the road. Stan found the hide-a-key under the front bumper just where Reb said it would be and where Tia had dreamed it would be, and they all piled into the car of second shift man, who was just then sitting down at his monitors. They drove out of the gate, which was still closing sedately, still plenty of. He was just too young. And of course he was my cousin. A definite no no. He edged slowly across to me and stood looking down, not at me at all, but at the floor. “I took some money from Mum’s purse without asking” he mumbled. “Speak up Jack” Auntie Sarah shouted. Jack repeated the admission much louder. “How much?” I asked. It seemed appropriate for me to ask as I had been included in the conversation. “£150” he said. “How much?” I said, louder. I was feeling exceptionally down on the Friday that the package of negatives and prints arrived. After a meal and a seven and seven (Segram’s Seven and Seven Up) I sat down to look at the pictures. I only got to the pictures from the second camera. I had been sexually frustrated for two months now and the pictures threw me over the edge. I had to hit the bathroom and relieve my tensions. To understand the following I need to describe my sister-in-law. She had a beautiful body, a killer smile,. It came upon me suddenly, like a wildfire rushing through my body. My back arched, and my hips bucked against Harry’s face. I squeezed his head between my thighs, suffocating him against my cunt as my juices flowed like a river. Greg and Harry continued their ministrations as wave after wave of pleasurable release coursed through my body, and it went on forever. I have never had an orgasm last this long, but I never had two men taking me there either. When it finally came to an end I looked.