’ So that Friday, after finishing work early at two o’clock, I packed my bags into my car, rechecked the map directions and drove north on the M40... then onto the M6, which would take me all the way up to Carlisle. From there it was virtually guess work, but according to Tom, I couldn’t fail. I should reach the cabin for around ten pm. No problem, I told myself, you’ve done worse. The first few hours of the journey were easy, along roads I’d known since I was young, bland and mind numbing. He again asked if we were finished. I said there was one more thing we would need to take care of. I asked him to turn around and put his hands on the sink, spreading his legs slightly. He complied, watching me in the mirror as I moved behind him. Reaching in the drawer to his right, I pulled out the Vaseline I remembered my mother kept there. He asked what it was, and I explained about it and its purpose. A nervous look again crossed his face, but I reassured him he would like it. After. ... I thought for sure my cousin was gonna start to cry or something from it all but look at me an with a half ass giggle asked me if blew my load into his mouth cause he was sure he tasted a little salty squirt... I was dumbfounded and said shut up So I could listen! Then I could hear just enough to not have to completely see what I was hearing but know.... My dad and uncle asking with intimidating tones exactly what the fuck he was doing and thought for sure he was gonna get a whooping. The woman’s name was Vikki, though she was known mostly by her nickname Vix, by her friends and even most of her family. She had told me on IM that she was the same age as I was, 21, which I thought was pretty cool too. Vix was a really hot, sexy lady, and I’m pretty sure I’d sell my own mother to get a piece of that arse, no kidding! She had a thick mane of long jet-black hair, with a few framing strands of dyed blonde hair on either side of her gorgeous face to add to her allure, which hung.