These meetings were always fun because my brother sister and myself got to see all of our cousins that lived in a three state radius.It was the summer...of my sixteenth birthday and my blossoming sexuality continually kept my mind racing over thoughts of the next opportunity to dip my cock in some hot,wet pink pussy!My parents siblings and I all hopped in the mini-van and started off for this summer's destination of strader lake,passing lots of green pine trees as we ascended the winding. Breathing fast, knowing that he was running out of time, he opened the wardrobe, moving aside shoes at the bottom. Nothing. There was a chest of drawers. He opened the top drawer. Pants and socks. Eurgh. Still nothing. He slid the drawer shut again and tried the next. Bras and swimming costumes. Nope. The next contained T-shirts and tops.“Fucks sake!” Amos slid the last drawer shut angrily. Desperately, he looked around, failing to see any likely hiding places. Nope. It was a bust. The bottom. She thinks to herself, 'God, I need a man to fuck me like this. A hot stud, willing to think only of pleasuring me.'Thinking of having a strong virile man doing with his mouth, licking and lapping at her wet pussy, what she is now doing with her own fingers, a slow rise in ecstasy builds in her and the first waves of orgasm arrive. She moans loudly and tugs on her tit and clit more rapidly and hungrily. Bursting with orgasmic pleasure over and over again, she falls against the shower wall,. “In fact, I find it very interesting to hear it from an adult. My mom taught me sex was wrong unless you were married. I had to deal with a lot of guilt when I first became active. Even now, sometimes I feel guilty when Rob and I make love. You and Kelly are lucky to have parents who understand.“It was very hard for me to enjoy sex when in the back of my mine I thought it was dirty. I grew up being told if I had sex before I was married, I’d be a slut. My mom didn’t talk to me about raging.