He decided, to push it one step up and said: ‘Open your skirt!’Irene was full of mixed emotions. She had never opened her clothes herself for him,...it had always been a playful giving and taking. And she blushed at the thought of doing such a nasty thing. But one thought was above it all: She didn’t want to loose his love or make him mad again.So she hesitatingly started to nestle with the buttons of her skirt and finally her tiny tits were on display for her boyfriend.At that time her titties. . It took a while, but closing my eyes and thinking of my favorite masturbatory fantasies had me on the brink. I could feel my orgasm just out of reach. But no matter how hard I reached, I couldn't draw my orgasm closer. Damn, it was so frustrating. I rose up and down on my toes to move the dildo in my pussy while frigging my clit but I just couldn't bring my orgasm. Finally I had to hang my head in frustration that I wasn't going to come. 'That does pose a problem,' Marty sighed in mock. It was the dangers of inbreeding that scared me but I was adamant about not giving up my attraction to my three cousins just because of genetics.Billy and Adam liked to do me at the same time like one of those wrestling tag-teams and they seemed to be in competition to see which of them could push me into an orgasm first. I liked their spirit of adventure and allowed them to take outrageous liberties with my person that I seldom granted to any other suitor. I didn’t think anyone could argue. But she wasn’t with him mentally. She didn’t tell him her fears anymore, she wouldn’t tell him her problems, or when she wanted to do something dangerous. She wouldn’t tell him her worries. She would talk with him but not about anything really important or about her. She still laughed with him, but her laugh was different, it didn’t have the same life, the same spark. She didn’t want to tell him her struggles anymore. She didn’t want him to worry about her, didn’t want him to know just how far.