He massaged the backs of my legs and bottom then slipped a finger in between my legs finding a slippery wet pussy. I could not take any more teasing a...d looking over my shoulder I pleaded for Peter to “fuck me” Peter looked at me, what did you say he asked, I replied “fuck me now” at that instant I realized that was a mistake to actually say the F word and twice. Peter rose from the couch, walked into the kitchen and standing in front of the punishment board he put 2 check marks on the line for. My brother and my neighbors thought I did charity work. I’d leave the house in a tasteful skirt suit with a briefcase and drive to a small safe house, one of three I kept around the city. There I’d change into my street clothes, lose the glasses and heels, put on the boots and tie the hair back. I’d lose the SUV and take a junker to work. Every house was different, my weekday one had a 1970 Dodge Charger engine hiding in a ’89 Nova, a beauty if you ask me. I’d drive to the compound off of. She didn’t mean it, at less she thought she didn’t. “Why? I mean it can stay our secret.” She shook her head at her cousin. "There is no way this is happening," she thought. The truth was she wanted to have sex with him, but she felt weird about it. “You’re my cousin,” she stated. “So?” Ryan asked. She shook her head again; she was actually considering this. She knew it was wrong but she wanted to at least try and get the experience. Then again, she was having trouble deciding what to do. Ryan. Now she opened his shirt and started kissing her way down to his cock….She was kissing his chest which had few white hair and then started going even lower…..When she reached lala’s cock she started rubbing her hand over his trousers…..She felt that his cock had started to stiffen a little, semi erect….She started looking up at him with lust in her eyes while she kept rubbing his cock…..Now my cock had also become hard and I was also stroking it over my jeans…..My wife asked me to come towards.