That's how I knew he meant it. He said how he'd never seen any of his hour-long BDSM videos all the way through. He always ended up wanking, only a fe... minutes into one. He has no self control, that's one of his problems. No self restraint. But I can easily control him. Restrain him. Of course, he didn't come right out and ask for my help. He hardly ever does. But I always know what he wants.Chris was sitting on top of one of my old blankets, on my couch. The white, mental hospital issue. She was shaking with pleasure. I wanted to do only enough to keep her tummy fluttering and still near the verge of wanting more or just let it subside. Things didnt go as planned. While massaging her luscious breasts, I saw that Barb was facing me with her eyes wide open and her mouth in a stretched smile. Not only did she enjoy the massage, but she was watching my thick cock swelling through my sweat pants. I purposely didnt wear shorts today in anticipation of todays agenda. One gliding hand. I stood over my limp cousin. Jerking my hard dick over her body slowly. I had waited a long time for this moment. I opened up her thick legs, pulling her feet to the sky. Her pretty, fragrant hole opened up for me, her juices shimmered in the light, it was ridiculously beautiful, I couldn’t wait to have her fucking wet hole!
I massaged her fat titties as I positioned my cock for her. I teased her fat nipples, they bulged with excitement, her u*********s mouth was wide open, panting slowly, just. As Stacy turned her attention back to the TV, I grabbed my pajama bottoms from the dresser and took them into the bathroom where I stripped and put on those bottoms, purposely not wearing any underwear beneath.Coming back to the bedroom, I padded my way to the bed. Stacy's illuminated face looked at me as I then took up my usual spot in bed, which happened to be laying down, facing her."I'm gonna conk right out. Feel free watching whatever you want," I told her, then light heartedly added, "But.