John Francois walked in, the epitome of the word ‘debonair’. ‘Good afternoon, Makena. Can I speak to you for a minute?’ Makena wanted to roll ...er eyes. How many different ways do I have to say ‘you can’t have my goodies’ for him to get it? ‘How can I help you?’ she asked. John sat, uninvited, into one of the seats in front of her desk. He pulled out several menus. ‘Which one of these five star restaurants should I take you to tonight?’ he boldly inquired. Makena’s jaw fell off its hinge, hit. I unbuttoned her shorts and moved my hand slowly inside her. I could feel her breathing increasing. I started rubbing her pussy on top of her underwear.I saw my cousin moaning and biting her lips softly and then looking at me. I saw hunger in her eyes. I took her right hand placed it on top of my dick. Adrija looked at me and slowly started jerking me off while I was rubbing her pussy. I was in heaven as it was my first time getting handjob from my cousin.It felt incredible as she was jerking. My cock is lifted up and is pulled away from my stomach. I feel fingertips playing around with the tip and then traveling down my length. My balls are carefully lifted and held and then let go of. Suddenly I feel pressure on my cock. It is warm and wet. I am being sucked! Not only am I being sucked, but my cock is surrounded by her mouth. Heather must have learned something recently but not by me! My cock goes in deeper and deeper. I cannot believe how good she is. I feel her reach the root of. .. The dark place kept me until my essence became aware that what was me had begun to accelerate into the past... My mind was assaulted with images that had no connection to me, or any of my lives. The images became memories and they centered on a family traveling in a station wagon on their way to a Memorial Day picnic at a small, local park and campground near Winter Haven, Florida for a community day followed by fireworks. Their car was the typical American family vehicle. The father was a.