Long thin legs and has short blond hair. I go down stairs and smell something good, knowing dinner is ready and that the farm is big I need to hurry a...d find her quick.Its dark out when I go through the door, I walk the distance to the chicken coupe and look inside, no Amanda, just some angry chickens. then I see a light coming from the barn door, I walk up too the barn door and look inside. I hear some noise coming from the loft so I quietly go over to the ladder and peek up to see my cousin. .okay...if you say so.”Damian’s anemic protest did little to hide the excitement he was feeling. Of course he wanted her help in the shower. He’d hoped for nothing less, given how hard his cock had been all night. His dreams were fitful but arousing, as he conjured big tits and little hands working his erect phallus most of the night. Even with the abrasions and sore nut, he was in desperate need of release.“Just holler when you’re ready.”“Gotcha,” he replied, trying desperately to hide his. I stared rubbing her back. Then I started rubbing around her shoulder and down her rib cage. Soon I was rubbing the outside of mom’s breast. I had rubbed along her bra strap in the back and felt those hooks. I had found a bra in the clothes hamper one day and wrapped it around the trashcan so that I could practice unhooking it. I got pretty good at it too. I could put my thumb and forefinger on the connection and by just giving them a twist I could release the bra in one fluid motion. Of course. I collapsed back into his arms and we drifted of into a sleep of the truly contented, our sheer smooth pantyhose legs entwined. I woke the following morning with the gorgeous sensation of my thighs being stroked, I felt myself getting hard and Elliot's hand reaching over to gently stroke my cock. "Hmmmmmm.." I moaned, "that feels good!" Elliot chuckled and gave me a hug. "Come on sleepy, let's jump into the shower and have some fun together."The shower had warmed up and I started to peel off my.