You would never see Greg with ahair out of place or any way other than impeccably groomed and dressed. His days on the social sidelines in high school...had helped Greg develop acouple of other traits. First, he sympathized with the less popular andnot among the "beautiful" people. The ones who fit into that categorystrived to stand out and be more beautiful. And most of these people weregirls. Greg was the nice guy, the confidant, the boy who was always thereto listen for the girls who generally. When I got close enough he reached out and started grabbing my tits like the drunk asshole he was. Don't know why but I didn't move away or anything. Next he started touching and slapping my butt through my shorts. It felt disgusting but I didn't move. He was clearly enjoying himself with his cock growing in his hand, him smiling nastily and all. Next thing he just put his hand in my shorts, touching and grabbing my ass in my thong. He was loving it I was sure.He let go of his cock and said. As soon as my lips started chewing her nipples she started stroking my dick, her soft hands were seems a dry pussy to me. The scene was very sexy and filmy lips on her nipples, left hand on her lips, right on her boob and her hand was stroking my hand, I was feeling so good that I forgot that the girl who is half naked and holding my dick is my cousin. I knew in this position I would not take much time to cum, also I wanted to have the feel of the most smooth thing in the world called pussy, I. ”“Okay. That’s sufficiently mysterious for me,” I said, with a little grin. I drove south of town, but instead of turning to go home, kept going south on Lorraine, to the curve. Then I went off the road, back in towards the river, where some people dumped trash at times. I rolled my window down, he did the same. “Is this private enough for you?”“Yeah, thanks.” He sighed. “Damn. I had something thought about to say, and now that I’ve got you out here, I don’t know how to say it, or if I even.