I rolled my tongue around the head and felt the soft skin, so I moved a little lower taking in a bit more of his cock and heard him moan again. I gagg...d a little so moved back; slowly, I worked up a little pace and felt his cock start to swell in my mouth. It got to the point where I could only fit the head in and had to suck on the end while I used both hands to wank the thick shaft.Fuck it was big, fuck it was fat, fuck it was knobbly, fuck, fuck, fuck, is all I could think as I wriggled my. Suddenly I felt old. At 23 I felt that I had nothing in common with my sixteen year old cousin. I tried to engage him in conversation but all I seemed to get was a one word answer, even then he seemed unable to look directly at me, keeping his eyes downcast most of the time. My aunt and uncle, on the other hand, seemed not to notice, keeping up a near constant flow of questions about my life in Florida. After dinner my aunt suggested that Josh give me a guided tour of the farm. Finally alone. By the time I was 23 I was a blaster. I could plan a blast chart, plant the charges, and wire them for detonation. I could bring a building down on itself and not bother the buildings on either side, it’s called imploding. By the time I was 25 I was one of the best explosive experts in the country. That’s why I was hired to go to the Gulf Coast and clean up after Katrina. My last shot had gone off without a problem and brought down two three story buildings at the same time, they had been. ‘I don’t drink alcohol, and I prefer water with meals.’ She replied. When he brought the water to the table a couple of minutes later, she ordered her meal. She did order a high end meal, and as the waiter left, I asked her ‘So, tell me about Mrs. Grace Hunter. What have you been up to these last, what, 21 years?’ ‘Just living my life I suppose.’ Was her initial reply. I closed my laptop and pushed it to the right side of the table. ‘Oh come on, there’s more to your life than that. I’m all.