"Oh Peter" she gasped.Then still holding her waist I started to fuck her, steadily pumping my cock into that sweet wet pussy, my cousins hot wet pussy...She gripped hold of me begging me to fuck her harder, fuck her deeper, I took hold of her soft round ass cheeks and pulled her into me, my cock sunk in more and my balls slapped against her skin."Yes, yes fuck me, fuck me" she groaned"Fuck me, fuck me"I pounded her pussy eager to feel every inch of my hot cousins pussy, eager to have this woman. I couldn’t even fuck her properly because she yelped every time I went too fast. I had to fuck her so slow that I couldn’t even get off. I finally jerked off on her back—despite noticing a brown particle in her asshole—after fucking her from behind.After sex, insanity ensued. We went downstairs to the kitchen. KG had already taken off, so we now had the house to ourselves. She checked her phone, didn’t see a single message, and then yelled, “Fucking Jeff! It’s all his fault! I have no friends. Then a short time just before i had to go upstairs to the training room i noticed she came back into the office wearing different clothes and had changed into some tracksuit/jogging bottoms and trainers! it turns out her team were going out for the day. also on our floor next to the ladies toilets was a female and gents locker room as some people used it to get changed in and also a few people went jogging at lunchtimes so both changing rooms had lockers and showers. i had previously taken. “Sorry, I didn't think you were just parking.” he offered. She moved a little stiff and kept looking down and brushing her waist or shirt. “No, no problem. I'm just a-a little distracted today.” Trisha “Trish” Coldman was disheveled but cute. Her dirty blond hair just past her shoulders hung on the long sleeve, button down shirt. The pale blue shirt matched the baggy faded blue jeans which appeared to be a size or two too large. Trish checked her things and locked the car. She focused on.