I suddenly realized that Mr. Nelson was kinda hot! His brown hair had some grey in it already, but not so much that he looked old. He wasn't buff, but...not too skinny. A little bit overweight but not so much it was gross. I started rubbing my fingers through his hair which seemed to set him on fire. He thrust his tongue in my hole and I thought I was going to scream! I guess it had been so long since my last time having sex that I must have tightened back up. He pulled his tongue out and said,. I met my own eyes in the mirror's reflection. "Seems like old times," I said softly. Ch 9I had just masturbated in my bathroom while staring at my naked reflection in the mirror. I fingered myself while rubbing my eighteen-year old son's cum all over my nipples. I had his cum on my fingers because he had just masturbated right in front of me. He jacked off into a pair of my panties and I took the panties afterward and smeared the sperm with my fingers. I had lied to my family and snuck home. Step-dad." You catch and correct yourself as you start to walk into the house. You notice that the place seems very spacious, but cozy and quaint at the same time. It is big, but the furniture and decorations are placed in a way that it doesn't appear like there is a lot of empty and wasted space.You hear her chuckle again from behind you, "I'm not THAT sensitive about the topic, I don't care what you call him. I just wanted to make sure you didn't have the wrong impression. Yes, we're cousins,. One night, I went to a jam session with a half-a-dozen other musicians. I'd played with a couple of them before and they were cool as well as great musicians. There was this spectacular amazon at this jam who, I was told, was an amazing singer. One look at this woman and all I could think of was mountain climbing - she was a stunner. That is, until she opened her mouth to sing and it became evident that she was dreadful. I soon realized that this jam was not about music, but about ego. The lead.