‘Fuck, fuck fuck fucking fuck.’ The only person that has this number is my father, and if he’s calling it, that means he and my mother arrived. ...‘Fuck.’ I cleared my throat and took a deep breath, ‘Hey dad, what’s up?’ ‘This is your mother Emilia.’ Pulling out of the parking lot, I silently curse, ‘Fuck. Oh hey.’ ‘We’ve been trying to call you but you didn’t answer.’ ‘I’m so sorry I had the radio on blast.’ ‘How long are you going to be? We landed early and we wanted to take you out to lunch.’. She also needed to talk to her parents about finally planning her wedding; but not with the man who had been her affianced only a few short months before.She expected her parents to be somewhat skeptical towards me — the interloper — to say the least. I offered to come back with her to see her parents with a united front, but she laughed at me and said that they could meet me after the initial shock had worn off. So be it.She expected to be gone about two weeks and the thought of our being. And then Ned became weak at the knees and issued astuttering gasp as Timmy felt the first twitch! And then he felt Ned'sviolent spasms! The spurting, the shooting, the jetting now as the ropesof the thick white sperm began filling Timmy's tight little vagina. Helaid over Timmy until the spasms subsided then stroked a few more finaltimes then began to pull out. He reached over to the drawer of the largedish cabinet. He took out a tube like object wrapped in white paper."Go ahead," Ned. The rest of us seemed to be getting along fine. The cousins were cousins. Maybe it was just me, though. Forever, I was always more interested in a book, investigating something in nature, or simply daydreaming. As I sat with my Aunt and watched the others, I had to think it was just me. The others were acting almost like k**s being together, again. The boys were getting rough and my sisters were watching closely, which only encouraged the boys more. That young courtship ritual was completely.