I would never describe myself as beautiful, but perhaps reasonably attractive with a super figure according to my friends and blessed, if I believed m... close friends, with a superb bottom and very innocent face. For my ride today, I had decided on my white Monreal London Ace skirt which was reasonably short and considered premium active wear with a special fabric that provided lots of flexibility for cycling and was also part see through appealing to my exhibitionist side.Above my skirt, I wore. It had felt so good. The tightness of his ass around her shaft had been pure ecstasy for her. That first moment when her balls had touched his ass. Being all the way inside him, had almost made her come right then. Slowly moving in and out of him at first. Pure pleasure. He'd tensed a little but seemed to be enjoying it as much as her. She'd made love to him. Another first for her. Of course, being as horny as she'd been that night. She still needed to be fucked. They'd done that too. Even that. I opened my beer and took a drink, set it down on the counter and stepped up between her knees. Very deliberately and yet without any rushing I reached up and undid the loose knot holding her towel ends together and then I unwrapped her. My greedy eyes wandered over her, incredible young body! She was at that perfect age of having the skin and muscle of youth and yet the curves, padding and round full proportions of a mature woman. I noted every mole, every swell, and every shadow of her. I massaged her wonderful tits as she stroked me there in the river. After a few minutes, I slid my hand down and pulled her panties down, and then slid my hand down to her clit, rubbing softly and getting some wonderful little moans from my cousin. She was obviously torn about what was happening, as I saw her crying as I led her to the other side of the river (it was actually more like a creek, but named a ‘river’….). I asked her if she wanted to stop, and she adamantly and immediately said no,.