The pretty girl seemed to be looking right at him. She wore flats, snug shorts that revealed shapely hips and probably her rear, and a pretty flecked ...lue top that hugged her body enough to show she was busty. Glancing at her face, Matt saw she was very attractive: mid-twenties, five-foot-four, and from the look on her face, clearly on a mission. Matt instantly gave her a ‘10’ rating.As he finished his initial assessment, the pretty girl arrived where Matt was standing.“Hi, I’m Stacy.”Matt. When I was saying it, I already knew it's bullshit. Kate just said that she thinks she loves the girl. I didn't want to screw this up for her, and I surely didn't want my cousin to become my girlfriend or anything. I knew it is not possible. Hearing her say that loud tough, knowing that this will never happen between us again, made me somehow sad. Kate gave me a moment to think about it. The hot water was running through our bodies. It was so intimate. Then once again she broke the silence: . " Now her gaze came up to meet his and her eyes were clear and untroubled by signs of dissembling. "But I have never FELT one against my body, as I did earlier tonight." She reached out with both hands and curved them lightly around his bobbing monster. "And I have never seen one that could possibly be like the one I am currently enjoying the feel of." She said it as if she were surprised.Now the prince was confused. "But if you've never felt one against your body, that means you're a ..."She. You don't want that, do you?" That's only because you hadn't got your cock where it should be. If one of us had been sucking it, or – better still – you'd been fucking one of us, there wouldn't have been so much spooge flying around."She sounded totally unfazed by what she was saying, like it was a perfectly natural thing for a girl to be fucking or sucking her uncle. While I was thinking about it, she went back to sucking my cock, working her lips down over the head onto the shaft, while.