It’s hot as hell out so I was just wearing a short cotton skirt, allowing Joe real easy access to my pussy. I loved it. I loved knowing he could gra...e my clit, finger me, or, unprompted, get down on his knees and start licking me. He does that sometimes, in an elevator, say. Today we sat in the sun, totally exposed but isolated in the park. Now we’re here with all my friends, playing games. But I have to have him back. I’m still wet. And waiting is only making me want it more. I need his touch. It was time for him to perform and he intended to do a job commensurate with his own feelings of respect for his nubile partner.As he got to his knees and gently pushed his penis inside his ephemeral mate, there came a ecstatic sound from a series of pillows down beneath where her head lay buried. Looking to the left, he could see the reflection of a man preoccupied by the sheer pleasure of the copulatory act he was in the process of performing. The interior of the dame was wet, warm and. Your mom and sisters are all off to a big Christmas Party at your Aunt’s while your Dad’s off to get wasted with some coworkers at a strip joint. You’ve made it no secret that you’re not as big on Christmas as everyone else, and have blown off many invitations from friends and family alike just to wallow at home and masturbate to whatever porn you can find stashed in your favorites.It wasn’t always like this though. When you were young, Christmas held all kinds of wonder, and you were. I slid the covers down exposing more of Emma’s succulent young body. I licked my lips in anticipation of what I was thinking of doing. Was I really going to make love to my cousin? Could I fight off this urge to feel her warm flesh on my lips?As my mind raced with thoughts of Emma, I began fondling my own now moist pussy. I had three fingers plunging deep inside of me as my eyes wandered up and down her silky smooth body. My desire was overwhelming me. I couldn’t stop masturbating as I stared.