What the fuck? If I’d been in London in Kensington Park or on the beach somewhere I wouldn’t have even joined in the conversation. Wanking in the...woods with a man I’d known for half an hour and shared a coffee with, strange. I knew he was very hot looking and that he liked watching me naked, especially when I masturbated. He’d shot his come across me and I knew nothing about him other than his name, job and employer. I slept very well mind you. I didn’t go to the woods for a few days but the . We must have been successful at that because we were on the scene for several attempted robberies. I say attempted because we stopped every one that we saw.The first one of these occurred one afternoon on our way home from school. We always chose a car that was not so heavily packed with people. We figured that such a car was more likely to have a robbery. Whether or not that was correct was beside the point when we came to the event. There were 13 people in the car, counting us and the. He started making his lovely moves. In between, he would put some water on our bodies. The water excited us even further. Finally, he came on my butt. Then we washed ourselves in real sense and ready to move out.Well, the second cousin whom I am talking about is just of opposite nature of the first one. He is little naughty and is my paternal cousin. It was he who had made the first move, which I am going to talk about here. He was also of almost the same age as I. He was one of those. I quickly theorized what was in the bag and saw where this was going. I was half (at most) right. Moira removed the chopsticks from Shelly’s hair, ignoring the bags for the moment. She proceeded to treat them like paint brushes, sans bristles or paint, and drew lightly all over Shelly’s body. Goosebumps arose as Moira caressed Shelly’s skin with the blunt tip of each stick. After a few minutes of delicate caresses, Moira took the chopsticks in hand in the standard grip, and grasped one of.