In one of those many evening swims, I ran into a neighbor of mine (never really hung out with him) who went to my school and his cousin. Now, my neigh...or was a bit odd and not in the good way, but his 27 years old cousin from Virginia was the total opposite, let’s call him “Brett”. His cousin was down there looking for a job. He had your typical guy next door type of look, medium height, short hair, fair-faced, broad shoulders, flat stomach, and brown eyes. He had been in his schools swimming. I stepped elegantly fromit, kissed him again and laid myself on the bed, ankles crossed modestlywatching the way his eyes widened as they took in my body. I was utterlywoman from my smooth shoulders, my narrow waist and flared hips while myblack bra, panties and tights contrasted beautifully with my pale skin."My God, Bethany, you are beautiful." Thank you," I said and smiled. My cheeks felt hot, it was hard tocontrol my breathing. I reached behind my back and with the minimum offumbling. Then it happened, she fucked my brains out. I’ve fucked quite a bit in my day, had some good pussy and some bad pussy (My roommate in college used to say it this way; pussy is like pizza, even when it’s bad its still pretty good.) and I’ve never had anyone do to me what this girl did to me. She moved her hips up and down, rotated them around and drove my cock into the depths of her pussy again and again. She leaned forward and bucked her hips fast and then leaned back against me and rode me. ”“You’re biased,” I reminded her and kissed her softly.She kissed me back and shook her head. She unhooked the chin-strap on my helmet and pulled it off, putting it on top of my dresser. “I’m not biased. You’re perfect. You fought five guys because they said they were going to rape us. You defended the reputations of those girls when you didn’t have to. You asked us to help build Tricia’s self-esteem and you welcomed us both into your life when you barely know Zoe.”“I know you love her,” I.