He used his fingers to part the puffy lips of my vulva and expose my labia, which are small and not visible unless my vulva is exposed. I was so wet, ...nd he licked his fingers after getting them covered in my nectar. “You look and taste delightful; do you ever lick your fingers when you masturbate?” He never mentioned that my scent was a bit powerful. “Of course I do; I think every girl has at some time done that. It’s not as tasty as your cum though, I loved that.” I then felt his breath on. My fingers trace the curvature of my breasts then cup each one, gently rubbing my nipples with my thumbs exciting them into hardness.The face peering back at me is blushing, a natural face with no make-up to hide the freckles dancing in the candle light, cheeks covered in a light pink veil and lips full and moist. Nervously, I begin to twirl my long dark hair between my fingers; my body heat warms the lotion upon my skin, filling the air with the scent of springtime.I feel her hands upon me,. ”“There you are!”Both Cile and Tyler turned at the sound of Katie’s voice. She was just stepping down from the kitchen door into the garage to join them. There was not enough space for her to go behind the truck, so Katie walked around the hood, smiled at Tyler as she passed him and embraced Cile. Tyler stood and just watched the two cousins while he considered what he should do.“How was your trip?” Katie asked.“Uneventful,” replied Cile. “How was your meeting?”Katie glanced in Tyler’s. . Rules don't seem to mix well with sex and the rules her parents had established for the relationship were no exception. No skipping school and no fucking behind her mother's back were two of the rules that neither Mabel nor her father paid much attention to. They say rules are made to be broken and that was certainly happening.It was Tuesday morning and while her mother was getting ready for work Mabel had snuggled close to her father and they'd caressed each other's body. But they hadn't.