It was then that I noticed it. I looked at it for some time as my hand stroked my pussy, contemplating whether it would be any good, how it would feel...and most of all, whether I should even contemplate it. I removed my finger from my arse and replaced the shower head in its holder. I was lusty, too lusty and horny to ignore it. I had to give it a go. I murmured the word "fuck" as I opened the shower door and reached out onto the bathroom shelf over the sink to retrieve my new, and unknown to. "Well come on! we've only got a few more minutes to waste or I won't get to see my husband!" she moaned glaring at me.So I quickly climbed out, shuffled around to the back door, and then for a moment stared at my cousins white little round ass up in the air waiting for me, and her open pink moist pussy and her little pink asshole looking back at me.Then I got my hard cock pressed up against her pussy hole and slipped back into her, we again both groaned as my cock seem to go deeper than it had. I straightened up, and grunted. I was close.“Shit, Sh—fu—nearly—there.”She slowed down gradually, and stopped. She pushed me to the back of the shower, and bent over. She wanted to fuck.“Lisa, are you sure?”“Do you trust me?”“Fuck you. Honestly? Have you had sex before?”“No.”“Well it’s gonna hurt then. Did you break yourself already?”“Maybe. With a vibrator.”“And I’m the bad guy with the pocket toy.”I rubbed my dick up and down her slit, and eased in a bit.“Are you sure?”“You’re in already, go. My fans...”He shook his head but I didn’t think Steven had said anything. It was just one of Lucas’s mannerisms.“Man, the fans are the lifeblood of country music,” he said, his voice a little firmer. “They bust their asses, day in and day out, doing shitty jobs they probably hate to put food on the table and shoes on their kids’ feet. Then they take what’s left and give part of it to me and places like Ramblin’ Records. Maybe I’ve lost touch with them. I hope not. I hope that I still have the.