Fear spreads across their faces. Once they return they are left to wait until the younger boys have been finished. Usually this means about 2 hours...for them. As the area becomes quieter and quieter with fewer and fewer boys remaining, the 18 year olds become more and more withdrawn. There is a great amount of lip chewing and ground-staring. They shuffle and can hardly sit still. The purple files dance and twirl. There is nervous coughing and copious ceiling staring. I always look. I was going to do this. When did I become such a depraved hussy. Just looking at his face surged hot anger through me. I wanted to rip out his throat.And couldn’t.So instead I moved around his table, that hot anger feeding another emotion. My pussy grew hotter beneath my blue skirts. I straddled his waist, my hands stroking his face. I grabbed his face, fingernails biting into his flesh, moments from clawing him.Then I kissed him.He groaned into my lips, his hands engulfing me as I ground on. Giving in further to their desires, they progressed to fondling and then manipulating each other to full orgasm. An hour or so passed until at last Terry and Robin thanked everyone and drove home. While their Dad napped, Brandon and Brittany helped Mom clear the tables and put leftovers away. Afterwards, Mom decided she also needed a nap. Brother and sister took advantage of the opportunity, put their sneakers on and hurried thru the yard into the woods where their tree house was. I certainly couldn’t call her home phone. She was my aunt’s stepdaughter and basically my cousin, even though we weren’t related by blood. I’d known her since childhood. I’d never once called their house to talk to her. I’d actually spent most of the time avoiding her because she was nerdy, almost four years younger than me, and she had a tendency to follow me around like a puppy dog, which everyone else found cute and hilarious.Everything changed in December of 1998. I was visiting from.