Now I'm fussy! Tim laughed to himself.His mother only the one sister and an older brother who did have a teenage daughter. Betty was her name. She was...too young though. Only about ten if he remembered correctly.His father's sisters had two kids each. Lena had two boys and Selma had one of each. The daughter at fifteen was a year older than Tim. Tim remembered that Mary was cute and at one time had a crush on him. During a family get together all the cousins had gotten together in the basement. It wasn’t the wine. I was telling her things that I hadn’t told a soul and she was listening. I had never felt such freedom talking with anyone. Ever. She listened contently to what I was saying, however, I don’t think I was doing a good job at all. I kept admiring the way her full lips moved like mercury when she spoke, how everything she said seemed intentional like it was rehearsed. I imagined her breath smelled like that of an angel and her tongue looked like it tasted like ambrosia fit for. From everything I'd been able to personally observe, Brenda preferred guys for sex. Joyce had commented, several times, that Brenda was much more animated in bed when I was there with her. I didn't even know if what Brenda was planning was allowed. It would be very interesting if Brenda really did what Emily claimed she planned on doing.I tried to remember how we had originally set up the rules for these days where the girls got to pick what they wanted. I thought it was that each girl would. “Come in quick!” She got another text. Mumtaz looked around and gently pushed open the door, then walked in. Despite being a public washroom, it was very clean.“Where…?” before she could complete her sentence, a pair of strong hands blinded her from behind. She could hear the door lock behind her. “Please, how long will you hide from me,” she begged.“Long enough to make you dripping wet,” His rough manly voice said. He moved her slowly towards the hand wash area with mirrors. Mumtaz placed her.