‘Who the hell is Ken Sanders?’ She pushed herself out of the chair and backed up to the sink, trying to get away from me. ‘For the last god-damn...d time. Who the hell is Ken Sanders?’ ‘A friend, just a friend.’ She was scared to death as the words came out of her mouth. ‘Did you have sex with him?’ ‘Yes. Yes, I had sex with him.’ ‘Did you have sex with him last night?’ ‘Yes. Yes, I did. Stop this John. Please, stop this. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Just stop, please.’ She was standing by the sink,. He went down and pulled my white cotton panties off. His mouth cover my slit and I felt his tongue slip inside me and slurp my juices. My back arched as his thumb found my clit.. Oh fuuuck! I squealed. Eyes closed, I grabbed two handfuls of his hair and ground my pussy against his face. He switched, taking my clit between his lips and inserting his fingers back in my cunt. His fingers werent big enough to satisfy my lust. At that moment, all I wanted was his cock. I pulled him up by his hair. Gerd continued talking about his plans for a hunting lodge. In its connection, he asked Ben if he was interested in having a look at the new ski-village in one of the side-valleys higher up the mountains.Gerd could not fully remember how much he had said last time to Ben about his plans. He told him again that a hut he owned happened to be in this valley with a conspiratorial wink and that it was close to the forest and hunting grounds that had been in his family for generations. Now, with. These days, people see things in black and white and don't take into account the shades of grey. In the larger context of my extended family, over the years, I get the feeling that this was a cycle that had repeated itself for several generations (remote Australian rural farming family if you get what I mean).I hope it was broken with my generation, as soon as I reached an age where clarity kicked in, I stopped. I did try a couple of times to get into my teenage female cousin's pants and we.