Deeper thrusts feel even better as I begin to push in harder. Emmie is beginning to breath a little harder, and she starts grinding her hips into mine... I raise up on my arms, looking down at my hard cock going in and out of her smooth pussy. This really makes me hot and now I go from just pushing deep to pulling out to my tip and then plunging in as far as I can go. I'm still going slow, but the feeling is really starting to get better. "yeah, like that." Emmie instructs me. "Now FUCK me." I. " Fair enough," I said. "Let's make a deal. I'm not Lawrence of Arabia, either. That was Thomas Edward Lawrence and he was born 16 August 1888 and he died from injuries suffered in a motorcycle accident on 19 May 1935. I'm not dead yet." Spare me the Monty Python," Mary groaned—but she grinned."The Confederacy has almost reached the point of diminishing returns with extractions," I commented. "I don't really know what the Confederacy is up to, but they have enough humans—enough of the right. Part of my mind knew it was wrong, she was my cousin for god sake, but I let it continue just for the thrill of it, she was legally 18 now and so I figured if I could have some fun this weekend all the more exciting right! She had a hard time but eventually managed to get my shorts down to my thighs and that’s when things got interesting, I felt her hand touch and wrap around my dick, a small soft hand began to rub me up and down, it felt so amazing I thought I’d come right there but knew I had. The faded cotton of her jeans wasn't going to give her much protection. I quickly shrugged out of my shirt and trousers, and, my erection already straining against my trunks, took the position.I swung the belt back, brought it down hard on that perfect ass with a crack that echoed round the room. She gasped. I repeated the blow, same place - crack! She drew in a breath, and then, finally, cried out at the third crack across the tight denim. I made sure the three tails of the leather tawse.