In secret, I had always had a crush on Shelley, as well as a secret, inner animal lust for her that I had never felt for a lady before. But then, Shel...ey was no lady. She was no more refined in composure than in appearance. She had an animal magnitism about her, and a strong personality I loved more my own imediate family, even more than Margery, although I'd never let on. I always felt ashamed for my feelings for Shelley, in part due to being her first cousan, in part due to her unattractive. He would do it. His excitement grew as he approached, He focused on what would happen later at home. He realized he was showing his excitement and for a moment slowed, then stopped. Thomas stood directly behind Shelia. Thomas was breathing hard. The grip on his drink tightened. Shelia turned around and saw his face flushed. His discomfort was obvious. He looked around for a place to sit and eat his meal. A small pang of sympathy overtook her better judgement and she, Shelia, invited him to sit. I knew she had been part way there, but still I started slowly. I let her invade my mouth with her tongue as I gently rubbed her ass. I felt her hardened nipples on my chest and I moved first one hand and then the other up and used my thumbs to strum them as we kissed. She held onto my head with her hands and tried to be the kisser, directing our osculatory ballet. She was quite a good kisser, taking to it naturally and obviously enjoying it. Soon she seemed to be moaning into my mouth as we. I then excused and went to the bathroom, calmed myself a bit, and then came out. Shyama was standing on the balcony with a cigarette.Shyama: Do you smoke?Me: No, I kind of stopped.Shyama: Why? Was it Ramya?Me: Not entirely, but she doesn’t like me smoking. Plus, I have been planning to stop for a long while. But will share a few puffs today.Shyama handed me her cigarettes. Her lipstick was on the cigarette, and it tasted like strawberry.Shyama: That is why I don’t wanna get married. Don’t wanna.