The day Liv had seen me exposed by accident. I felt my dick move in my pants and was filled with shame. I was checking out my 18 year old first cousin... thinking about her seeing my dick, and somehow it was turning me on. I sat up to leave, but she pouted at me and said they were almost done.I reluctantly stayed put, adjusting myself inside my boxer briefs as they did their final stretches and turned off the cameras. She hobbled around gingerly, and I asked if she needed some ice or ibuprofen.. As she pushed her nose against Mya’s protruding clit, and smelled at Mya’s fragrant cooze, she simultaneously lapped hungrily at the slit between her swollen brown pubic lips. Licking, nay, slurping at the leaking pink gash Pink made Mya quiver of delight. She dragged her tongue from bottom to top, from crack to clit, time and time again. Mya made her hot crotch accessible as much as possible, spreading and lifting her legs, bending at the knees, and curling her wet toes. The position made her. I stepped down the line to the next girl and pretended to lift and adjust her t-shirt. "Refugee first class, ma'am. Bradley, Billie J. J stands for Jean. Twelve years old, seventh grader. Partly civilized. Prepared to fetch cold beverages and snacks all night long. Will peel grapes and feed them to you one at a time.Billie curtsied. She looked like an older version of her sister, though she was two years younger. About two inches taller and hair just a little longer, breasts bigger, but not as. From what he told me, he had no plans to remarry. He later bought a small two bedroom house where we would live right up until his death sixteen months ago.It was his death that put me on the road with destiny. With my grandfather having died a year earlier, I had no living relatives. I was fifteen years old, a ward of the state, and living in a group home. A group home is the modern day, politically correct word for an orphanage.I enjoyed my time at the group home. I made a few friends and we.