Was my cousin Karlijn about six years my junior at the time. She was a typical Norwegian blond blue eyed girl a cute shapely long legged thing, lookin... for more than love and was she really ripe! She came and lived with us one summer in the late 90s when she was a teenager and I think several of my fathers male friends Fucked her brains out at the time! As my father told me later she had made it quite clear that she was available and had even tried to seduce him!….Later I heard she got hooked. For several what seems endless minutes I work dutifully on your upper body and thighs ignoring your manhood until suddenly a grunt turns my attention to gaze towards your groin, which is rising and swelling the tip weeping in a joyful resurrection. Rearing up from your slim manly loins, screaming for my touch.You speak, your voice almost a whisper, "You appear to be neglecting areas that need attention" Hesitant that I might displease I slowly let my hand travel down your chest and then skirt. As we kissed, I became aware that something was missing ... her bra."Bethie, you forgot your bra," I whispered in her ear as we hugged. She let go, stood back and asked, "Like my new look?" What do you think?" I said, nodding down to the bulge in my pants. Ah, we were off to a perfect start.When we got to her room, Lauren was there and she gave us both kisses and handed us a fancy bottle of chilled champagne and two glasses and told us to enjoy our weekend, she'd see Beth on Monday. She then. I noticed with annoyance this time that there were still a few of the noble's eyes on me again. I took my seat and sat down. The King's friend, Eragon I think his name was, was sitting in the booth with the king observing the games. It was probably difficult for him to understand the point for our fights and tournaments, being an outsider and all.This time, with my attention not depending on whether I noticed my next opponet or not, I noticed that there were twelve other figures in the king's.