If the roles were reversed and I said something like that to a woman I had just met she'd most likely take that as a cue to tell me to get lost. But I...m the long-suffering type, especially when beautiful ladies are involved."Thanks, I suppose," I said noncommittally.Laura smiled and replied, "I'm quite serious; same hair color, height, even the facial structure is the same, it's quite remarkable."I was still trying to form a reply when she asked, "What is your blood type?"Now this conversation. Of course, I sprang into action as did my cock in my pants. I clung to that boob and sucked as hard I as I could to bring the dripping to a solid stream of warm sweet milk. Milk ran down my chin too as her supply was amazing. We sucked away until she was drained pretty well and she said that it felt so good to have an adult suck her tittie again. I guess my cousin was not into it. I certainly was. As I pulled my mouth reluctantly from her swollen nipple she took and rubbed my face in between. I swam with her to the far side of the pool away from prying ears, “look Maria” I said to her seriously, I think we should go home and not stay for the party, you seem to be getting very intense about our relationship when I thought we had an understanding” we were at the deep end of the pool and she was holding onto the ladder as I trod water, her head was down like a spoilt school girl which at this moment that is exactly what she was, she looked up at me “ it troubles me when you don’t tell. .. well, what the fuck was going on there?On cue, of course, the woman herself arrived, carrying a largish cardboard box and, I noticed, dressed rather more casually than I'd have expected – a jade green silk shirt under a suit jacket, but hair loose and make up somewhat relaxed. She didn't see me, at first, standing as I was in the recess we kept the coffee machine in, and I could see the tension on her face, the worry haunting her eyes. I realised that I wasn't the only one who had doubts.