“Or maybe I’m just saying that so I don’t ruin my chance at sex tonight,” I say again, laughing.“I’m glad you like it,” she says, ignori...g the joke at first. “I don’t think you have to worry about ruining that,” she adds, her eyes looking at mine, appearing to contain the same lust I have for her.Halfway through dinner, I feel a warm touch slide up to my crotch. It takes me a moment to realize it’s Jenny’s stockinged foot. She doesn’t say anything and continues to eat normally. I feel her toes. Relief washed over me, but it was soon replaced my arousal. Massive amounts of arousal. My manhood grew even more erect and soon began to hurt. But I did not care. I would go to hell and back if it meant having sex with my beautiful, tight-bodied cousin. Get on all fours! I growled. It was my way of answering her question. Luckily, Nikki did not seem to mind. In fact, it was with an eager smile that she got to her hands and knees. A wide smile curled my lips as she presented her ass to me, but. “Tell me what you though about.” There was no way. Surely not. She only stared, but she stared at my whole body, going down and then up with her eyes as though she was taking in the measure of me. I was in a skirt again and my tee shirt clung to my body, showing the shape of my breasts. My legs were pale, but well shaped. I did my fair share of rebuffing men who become overconfident with too much drink. When her got back to my face, she kept her eyes on mine. “Did you think about my fingers. “About a year,” I replied. There was a momentary pause in our chat. I’m pretty sure at that point, she recognized me.“So...Do you have a girl friend?” she inquired.“Yes,” I replied. A few seconds passed. She propped her sunglasses up on her head and looked over at me.“Would you like to go up to my apartment and get a drink?” she asked.“As long as you don’t force me to not talk,” I replied. It was a slight reference comment to the fact that she would not let me talk when I was at the strip club.