Then one day about a month after I knew, we started talking about sex. Linda told me that the only sex she got anymore was by masturbation because of ...eing afraid to let anyone know her secret. I asked all kinds of questions about what she liked. I told her that I often masturbated during the day. My husband thought it was "dirty" so I can't do it around him. Linda asked how I did it.So I got very bold, and asked her if she wanted to join me and watch. She said yes! I took her hand and led her. Stephie appears to not have much for the bra but the lace and the plunge design is a sight so I lean over and chew on it getting her to lean in close, my mouth approaching the cleavage she moans and moves sideways so my mouth encounters an ever slight rise and moistness. Everyone is silent watching every move as I brush my hands up her sides holding what little of them smooshed closer, then I open my mouth and move sideways to a rise and bite through the material closing on her nipples. Long. She was going wild and loosing control as this was the first time she was experiencing any thing like this. I started removing her top. She was just kissing me and held me close to her. I had now successfully removed her top and her bra, unhooked it and kept it in my pocket as a souvenir, and was now admiring her beautiful boobs. It was big and her aerolas were unexpectedly pink. Her tits were the perfect size so as one can nibble on to it. Her boobs were the most perfect ones I have had access. “Oh, mixtape rappers. Those.”I rolled my eyes for a second and said: “Once upon a time, not long ago, didn’t you idolize a rapper because of his mentality? Didn’t you idolize the fact that he came from almost nothing, just like us? You still idolize him, do you?” I said, sincerely. She nodded.After a slight hesitation, she asked: “What’s your cousin’s story?”“Well, this will be a long story,” I started. “My cousin Jay and I were close. We still kind of are. We’re close-knit. All of my cousins.