My camera caught every shiver and pleasure wave that shot through her. She was making love to the camera as she slipped one, than a second finger into...her tight looking hole. "My cousin you sure know how to do a fantasy," I told her.My lust for my cousin grew and grew; her fingers sank in and out of her cunt. She began to moan and it was like music that called me to do her. I couldn't take any more, putting the camera down. I literally dove face first in to her very wet pussy."Oooooooh, cousin. ” I drove us to a Starbucks near a local mall. Lynette had kept her black skirt on but changed into a white blouse and I thought it was the first time I’d seen her wear anything that wasn’t black, grey, brown or dark green. She looked good, but I could see that she was nervous, probably not about being with me, but how she could open up about her husband leaving. I wasn’t having a great time wondering how I could get her to open up, or if I wanted to deal with the conversation, and emotions,. That movie was the reason we continued to hang around Paris. The national premiere of the movie she and George had made was that evening, with an accompanying party after the film.We each pursued our own interests in the afternoon. I bought some souvenirs for Anna and Lauren, my sister and sister-in-law, and shipped them with the help of the merchant. I picked up Margo's sexy shoes. Henri, Terry, and I walked several miles and did part of the Louvre, including a special exhibition of. Leaving a hand on my back, Greg moved to the end of the table near my feet where again I felt another stream of oil ran up and down both my legs before he started massage my calves, eventually working up to my thighs, asking if I was ok with loosing the towel. Trying not to sound eager I replied with a definite but somewhat willing yes. He pulled the towel from me, letting it drop to the floor as he began to rub up the inside of my thighs, seemingly working further between my legs until I felt.