And when he was drunk, he had no sense of self preservation. Xxnx He started fucking me in earnest now, barely pulling all the way out before pounding himself back in. But he was my cousin’s husband, and that was that. And not just one. He was at least four inches around. There was only a little bit of tension, because although she trusted me completely, she was sure that her husband wanted me, and on some level I wanted him back. I then drifted off back to sleep, planning how I could do this again, without her ever finding out. I leaned back, bracing my hands on his knees, arching my back, knowing how the sight of my jiggling breasts would affect him.
