As i stood there stroking my cock the phone rang again and i heard her say 'Hello dear'.It became obvious that she was talking to her husband.I stoppe... what i was doing and she reached out with her other hand and began to do it for me."Yes dear" she said as she wanked my cock,"I am going for a workout when i finish here".This was really turning me on.Confirming what a slut she was."I will let you know when i have finished up my workout and you can put the dinner on".This made me smile and i saw. ”“I would like to go down this road,” she said, and dropped her hand to her belt.“You’re my cousin,” I protested but not very strongly.“First cousin, once removed,” she answered, still playing with the belt.“If we go down this road, we can’t go back, can’t undo it,” I protested again, but my heart wasn’t in it.She tugged at the belt and let the kimono fall to the floor. “Do you want what you see?”Her tits were beautiful cones, gently curved up with her nipples erect and proud, freckles spotting. I moved her arm up and down, as her hand stroked my dick. She now awoke,half dazed and bewildered. "Daddy? What are you doing?" "Play with it honey. Play with daddy's dick." No daddy. Not tonight." "Please baby. Your mom's not here and I really need this. Please do it for daddy!"Brandi let out a loud sigh. "Okay dad. I'll do it."She got up to let me lay down on her bed. "I can't believe I'm doing this." She exclaimed as she sat on my legs. She grabbed my dick with her hand slowly stroking it up. He listened and nodded, narrowing his eyes. “So they think you're a kidnapper,” he said and lit his corncob pipe. We still hadn't introduced ourselves but just talked about our situation. Sometimes names are not important when you are together for an emergency. Still, I was curious about him.“Are you a writer,” I asked, glancing over at his desk. “I guess I am since I write every day. Always have.”“Have you published anything?”“A few poems in a Native American magazine. But I just write. One.