She was one hell of a fuck, he told himself, comparing her twistings and wigglings to the way his mother reacted when his dick was plunging into her. ...ven if they were both hot as hell, the women moved differently, he thought, and their pussy lubrication didn't feel quite the same. He wondered what Mrs. Carter's husband would think, if he could see his wife impaled upon this big, driving prick, if be could watch how she was going crazy on the sliding meat.His dad would sure get a bang out of. "What was next?" He wondered. Just then, Kristin grabbed her T-shirt at the waist and it was over her head in no time. He now was looking at her with a white bra. The material was shiny, it almost looked like silk but it certainly wasn't. He did not have long to examine the undergarment before she reached behind her back and it was thrown on the floor. The crowd let out a cheer as Lisa once again raised her hand quickly quieting them. He now was looking at her beautiful breasts. They were not. She was nice enough to let me move in since I had nowhere else to go. She was my favorite cousin after all.It wasn't until I started living with Shayla I started to see the real her. She had a boyfriend but he wasn't the only guy she'd bring home in the middle of the night.She would always leave the house in these short tight dressed. I figured it was what most girls did to get attention from the opposite sex. One night I was walking into my room coming from using the bathroom. It was a little. As we were drinking, we ran into some people the girls knew. When we finished with that bar, we went to another bar, that had some good pub food, so we relaxed a bit and drank some more. After, we went back to the house and changed into some different clothes, before calling a cab and meeting the same gang of people at a nightclub. We drank some more and danced. I met some new girls, and both Shawna and Annie danced with some guys. By the time midnight rolled around, I didn't know where either.