“I am so sorry,” I whispered, totally embarrassed.“I’m not. You looked SO silly.” I put my arm around her waist to pull her closer. Even ...o, I was extremely careful where my hand went. I’d never take liberties and embarrass her in front of her family. We sat and chatted, mostly about nothing, until some of the kids began to throw a football. I joined them as Rosalie walked over to her parents. Soon I was involved in a “game” in which I was repeatedly “tackled,” getting my $150 shirt. Finding a solitary bathroom was all the same, a labyrinthine nightmare.Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. The little swimmers were begging to be released, and I had to give in to the unyielding desire. I found a hallway that was dark enough to hide away while I gave myself a hand, and stood behind one of the tall half-columns upon the walls to keep my stiff willy out of sight from any who might wander by in the nearly abandoned lobby and various corridors.So, there I was: All dressed up,. ?Uhh, hi,? Jenn said as he turned around in surprise, ?I’m Jenn.??Hey, I’m Brian,? he replied in a deep gravelly voice, ?let me give you a hand with your bags.? Jenn could feel his eyes explore her as he crossed the living space. She was wearing a tight tank top and a pair of running shorts. Which was appropriate, given the weather. Of course, it didn’t leave much to the imagination, as Brian was probably discovering. Jenn didn’t consider herself all that good-looking, average if anything.. She never married and being a society girl, was never short of male friends, some whom I met and one who fucked me, the night I stayed without my cousin.As auntie got older she became a tad distant and forgetfull, the age thing was slowly creeping-up on her, athough the night in question, was more champagne induced, than a biological deficiency.When I turned-up the night in question for my stayover, she had completely forgot, and was having a small get-together with some friends. 'Not to worry.