I am kinda… well… it’s just… I never heard someone say that to me that wasn’t my wife. And I didn’t expect a close relative of hers to say...it…”If that was awkward, you will never imagine that what she was about to do next would be…“I wouldn’t mind if Leane lent some of her man for me…””I guess that’s impossible, Arlene”“Is it?”Quickly Arlene came closer to me and had her hand on my chests. I ‘gulped’ only in the thought of that happen. My wife’s cousin, doing that, while Leane was away! I am so. Every now and then she would have to leave her desk to talk to someone or go to the restroom, but she made a point to always put the phone back. I trusted her, but I still sent a test text shortly after she sat down each time, just for fun. As the day progressed, I started upping the ante. I would send several texts in a row, or I would actually call and let it ring for a few seconds. The longer vibration from the calls usually left her slightly flushed and her breathing a bit ragged. Around. All other coffee is terrible." Everything he said had the passion and conviction of a man who already knows he is correct, and i believed him."Come to bed with me, menina doce, you will not be unhappy with me in the bed, cara."He had the touch and soul of an artist. He handled me slowly and gently, then turned me onto my belly and bit at my ass murmuring in Portugese. As his fingers slowly moved in and out of my oozing sex, I writhed and shuddered. He always took his time, not letting me get to. ‘I’m recuperating.’ ‘This isn’t the picture I had in mind, when you said summer cabin.’ He admitted viewing the large cedar cabin through the high beams of his truck. ‘Come on…’ She laughed, taking the hand he offered as she stepped down out of his truck. ‘I promise it’s not haunted.’ ‘I think I’m going to head back to the city Darlin.’ He paused, not entirely sure why warning bells started sounding his tequila addled mind. ‘If that’s what you want.’ She sighed, turning to face him fully,.