This one Friday when we were getting off work l saw this buff black guy pick her up. It was rather clear that they were more than just casual friends....lly is white, married, in her 30s, and this definitely wasn't her husband.The next time I had the chance I asked her, "So who was the black guy that picked you up on Friday?" My weekend date."She saw the look on my face. "My husband got me into seeing him on weekends when he's not home."She saw that this needed far more of an explanation. "My. It was now much more pungent, letting me know its source was now far closer. One quick glance at my surroundings told me I was no longer alone. Someone else was in the room.My eyes soon came across a human figure. It was small, yet too big for a child. It was a woman. A beautiful young woman. Her name was Nikki and she was my cousin.I usually shared a house with my mother and sister, but for the past few days, my aunt and cousin had been staying with us. They insisted it was to celebrate my. He said good we’ll be there soon. He said Geoff remove her panties I want her pussy on full display when we get there.My only consolation was my blindfold I didn’t have to watch them leering and drooling over my naked body, most specifically my glistening wet pussy. Soon the door opened and I heard George say there you go boys line up and get a gander at that hot little pussy. I heard one ask can we fuck her? My heart stopped until I heard George say no she’s not ready for that but one of you. . ? No, I couldn’t imagine that. That was simply unthinkable. Aunt Ellen herself had said that what had happened should stay between us?“Don’t worry,” Cory smiled, “mom and I don’t keep secrets from each other. And you have nothing to be embarrassed about; coming four times in a row really isn’t bad.”My mouth fell open in amazement. What kind of family was this? With my painfully decent middle-class background this utter openness was even more shocking to me, than what had actually happened.