Til this day, whenever she needs something to grab onto she holds my hand. The last play of a game for the school's pee wee football team, she's holdi...g my hand. If we're at a particularly heated PTA meeting, under the table she'll be holding onto my hand. Sometimes she digs in so tightly that I'm sure she'll draw blood."After all of this time, don't you know you can trust me?" she said sadly. I didn't say a word. I just stared forward out the window into space. There were so many questions. "Three-f'r," Bob responded, as a cricket lover he was secretly overjoyed to be able to use one of vanishingly few forms of slang with which he was fluent. "The openers went cheaply, but the middle order's putting up a bit more resistance."The other man nodded knowingly. "Much in the pitch?" he asked."A bit. All three wickets were caught behind. If we can get two-fifty then our blokes will have something to bowl at later."They watched in companionable silence until the end of the over and then. He found her most intimate skin sticky with the firstfruits of desire and caught a whiff of her sweet smelling honey pot as he continued to massage. He fingered her labia, probed an inch into her vagina and then found and caressed her clitoris.Her pleasured moans rose in volume and frequency until they were little more than high pitched gasps. She reached down and tugged at her jeans until they were down on her thighs and worked her legs until they were below the knees. Then, drawing her. She would certainly wait forJim to kiss her tonight so she said, “You kiss me.”Chris sat up rigidly and slowly advanced his facetoward Sue’s. Her eyes were closed and lips pursed. Thetwo cousins grew closer, and closer and…and then theybumped noses.Sue’s eyes popped open. She put a finger to the side ofChris’s head and tilted it a bit sideways and thenclosed her eyes once again. Chris proceeded and thistime he managed to place his lips ever so lightly onhers..