“Coming!”. We get into their SUV. Aunt Helen was driving, her husband Rich next to her, and I was sitting in the back with their son Max, who was ...he same age. “Don’t forget to put on the sunscreen, Emma,” Helen said, “you are snow-white. You will look like a lobster by the evening if you don’t put on some sunscreen!”. “I know!” I laughed. As we drove to Fort Lauderdale beach, I noticed my cousin Max was staring at my long smooth legs. “Does anyone told you that you look like Taylor Swift?” Max. .." she quipped, opened her mouth and took the tip of my throbbing hard-on between her soft lips. Her tongue dragged down the shaft as my cock disappeared into her mouth. My body felt like butter, all my senses focusing on the feeling of her warm wet touch on my dick. Her hand played with my balls as she went up and down on me, licking and massaging me. Her tongue curled around my balls and licked underneath them while her hand caressed my shaft. I watched with wonder, too cum drunk to react. ‘Would you mind?’ I asked. ‘Oh fuck, I really hurt you, didn’t I?’ ‘I’ve had worse, and recently. Now tell me why you got so carried away.’ ‘It’s nothing to do with you,’ she spat. ‘I know, but whatever it is I’m not going to judge you, I’m not Judge Jeffreys.’ She stopped dabbing at the blood on my back, and then started again. ‘I think I’d be hung for doing that if he was around. Okay, I’ll tell you. I was in vice and sex crimes before drugs. I had to go undercover in my first year. There was. To ensure our privacy we walked north along the surf for several hundred yards until we reached the mouth of a small, clear stream. Cool fresh water flowed steadily, gurgling lightly as it ran from the woods to our left into the bay. Light surf provided a rhythmic susurration that tickled our ears and lightly vibrated the ground."Bet you can't catch me," challenged my wife, quickly releasing our hands to dart up the beach. Dodging and spinning, she laughed as she briefly evaded us..