Lori pointed to a large boatshed, painted a light blue colour on the shore.“Changing the subject, that is where I go sailing,” she said. “Avalon...Sailing Club. You should come down one Sunday, you would probably enjoy it.”Despite growing up on one of the country’s prime sailing areas, I had never been sailing, I guess it had just never interested me.“Maybe,” I said, non-commitally. “I don’t think I would have time for it, not with everything else.”“Okay,” she replied. “But if you are ever. I sat up; wanting to be closer to her and Shayla wrapped an arm around my neck. Next thing I knew, she had buried my face between her breasts, all the while grinding her hips against me. I kissed around her cleavage, savouring the aroma of my sweet cousin. She saw that I was enjoying myself too much and stopped before clambering off me. I regained my confidence and crawled up the bed after her long perfect legs. She turned on the spot, kneeling now, her big brown eyes looking at me. "Anyway." she giggled, "I worked in a bank and I hated it, no that's wrong, I bloody loathed it, day after day after day, the same thing, the same bloody people, it was driving me mad."She took another hit from the joint and giggled again."Fucking hell, she was definitely right, my God she was!" You're teasing me, Jill." It was kind of stating the obvious, but I needed to say something to take my mind off the outline of two tantalising little pussy lips, clearly visible through the thin nylon. There was a moments pause while I stood there speechless then she continued. “If I let you see me nude like in these pictures will you show me your cock, and show me how a boy masturbates?”About two inches of my erect penis was already sticking out of the fly of my pyjama trousers. I slipped my pyjama trousers off, lifted my top, spread my legs and thrust my hard up muscle and hairy balls toward Louise. With Louise looking at it my six inches felt a mile long I felt like I was having the mother.