I needed something. An argument. There had to be a way out of it. Some loophole. Could I claim that it was just part of a lesson? That she was having ...e practice my form by fucking her body. Some new-found method of teaching swimming. I hadn’t heard of it, couldn’t see how it was possible, but... Randi. I had to speak to Randi.I rushed by the secretary’s desk and burst out into the main hallway, my cock swinging before me I thought for a moment. Where would Randi be right now? Which class did. Normally, in this town, the funeral home dealt with a lot of older clients dying of natural causes or disease. Sometimes, a young man or woman would come in having died in a car accident or perhaps having contracted cancer or some other fatal illness, but unlike major cities in the area, the client pool was rather limited. But, being a small town like this allowed Jupiter to receive most of the business and to stay in business for as long as it has. Death, the funeral director had told him when. Purvika was also studying in my college. I was in the Computer Science department and she was studying in ECE. We used to be great friends outside college but when we were in college we made sure that no one knows about us being cousins. This was because many of my friends would knowingly make fun and rag her more if they come to know that she was my cousin sister. So as a rule we used to talk only when we met at each others place.Purvika was my aunt’s daughter, Her house is near the college. I try not to stare at pretty girls since it gets me both excited and frustrated. She looked a lot like some of the pictures of girls I keep under my bed, the ones I use to relieve myself."Come on," she said with a smile, "I'll give you a ride back to school. You take a bus home?"I nodded, afraid to speak since my voice was breaking now and then and because my cock was excited from seeing her jugs bobbing and her ass rotating, a remarkable swing and sway. She had quite prominent nipples.She had.