We were so close I could see her perfectly round, skinny ass and right there, face level, what we now refer to as "camel toe" , but what I just though... was the part of my cousin I wasn't supposed to stare at. To late, she saw me stare and just smiled , embarrassed, I just kind of rolled away and tried not to let her see my growing bulge. She called it a "softie" Right there in the dark, she asked me why I turned away, was I getting a softie? I probably mumbled something incoherent, and. 'I've heard that in certain respects, you are a fine ambassador for Britain.'Tom was baffled. 'I am, milady?''And I am a fine ambassador for my country, I think you'll find.''I will, milady?''I wish you would call me Elizabeth. I am not your Lady. In America, we don't have Lords and Ladies.''If you're not a Lady, then what are you?''A woman, Tom. All woman. Watch!'Elizabeth stood and unfastened her dress, letting it fall round her feet. She followed it with the silk brassiere, revealing her. "Aye, 'tis a lucky man that you are Chris" Sean said as he turned with me to look at the four beautiful women in my life, he looked decidedly uncomfortable in his suit, the tie half strangling him and his rather generous stomach threatening to burst out at any minute over the top of his trousers."You may kiss the bride" the vicar said and we both mouthed "I love you" as we kissed and Sean, big, bad, brawny Sean wiped his eyes with a surprisingly clean handkerchief,"The bloody smoke's getting in. My fingers felt her wet cunt. She hummed when I rubbed her clit, a growl deep in her throat. My mouth moved down further and soon I was licking her pussy and briefly thought of the fine fuzz of a ripe peach. Her pussy lips even had the same smooth firmness, but more than that, the juice that dripped from her was actually sweet, with just a touch of salt, none of the bitterness of older women. I wondered how I had gotten into this position. I pushed my tongue in deeply and savored the flavor. .