The pregnant pause had set in before she said, ‘I’d like to take some pictures of you…’ Without waiting I replied, ‘Ok,’ thinking I could ...end them to my mother for Christmas. ‘In the nude,’ she concluded her previous sentence. Did I just hear her ask me to pose nude for her? ‘Excuse me, did you say nude?’ In her overly wordy style, she said, ‘Yes.’ Thinking the worst, ‘Did Marshal put you up to this? Ha, ha, very fucking funny, I can just see pictures of my bare ass plastered all over the. I had read many first time cuckolding accounts but none really seemed to give me a full insight into what I would go through. I knew the moment that I got off the bed wearing my new attachment, that things were never going to be the same again. Trish was already racing ahead of me and setting a pace that I just couldn’t keep up with. For one thing, if I was going to write a cuckold story it would never have occurred to me to actually live the experience. Instead, I would have taken other. And when you’re lying next to a stunner like THAT, cousin or no cousin, you’re sure as hell turned on. After a while we both remained silent and I assumed that she had dozed off so I was just lying there next to her, beginning to fantasize about her when she suddenly came a lot closer and put her arm around my waist. Now, this sent chills down every part of my body and I could feel goosebumps rise on my arms. Slowly I became more daring and I leaned my face closer to hers until I could feel her. Harry was around fifty, white but suntanned mid brown, fat, lazy, overeducated, while Jennifer was slightly younger, white from keeping indoors and using a parasol, or wide hat, still slim, not pretty but pleasant for all that. She carried a Winchester Carbine as if she knew how to use it, her khaki shirt and shorts contrasting with her pink knees, she looked at me with interest. I guess I reciprocated because I had not fucked a white woman for months, and the prospect was not unwelcome.We.