I married a nymphomaniac and she's my cousin to boot
When we grew up we had a family cottage at the lake. As teens we were able swimmers and canoeists and we had no adult supervision when we went to the water. That weekend my cousins were with us and after a day in the water we were on the dock, catching the afternoon sun. My cousin, a girl, then 13 laid her head on my lap, then turned over and put both hands on my **, holding my ** in my swim suit. It took a short minute before I was in a full ** and she held it tight in her hand, smiling at me. She made me **. She put her mouth over my ** and sucked hard through the fabric.
That night, the boys slept in the loft and the girls slept in one of the rooms downstairs, she came up to the loft, got in bed with me, she wasn't wearing any **, she got under the covers to give me oral ** into an ** and I got on her and we completed ** with full **. My brother and cousin watched us and the girls knew she had slipped out of the room.
Of course she got pregnant. I was 16. The only thing that saved me is that I was her cousin, if not it would have been statutory ** if she or her family had pressed charges. But our families decided that the best thing for us was to stick us together. She had to drop out of school for a year. She chose to breast feed for six months. She grew up, I didn't. Overnight she was a grown woman.
I went to college and graduated with an engineering degree and we got married when we were 22 and 19 (our province allows it). She wanted to be a mother, so she just made babies for a while before getting a higher education. Our first born is 40 this year. She won't wear ** to bed, she is insatiable, always has been, she has more tricks up her sleeve, she is orally and manually on call 24/7. I can't keep up anymore, I can enjoy her oral and manual stimulation but performance is a thing of the past. I let her down. When she gets me to take medication she won't let it go to waste. The woman has one thing on her mind. The same thing she had that weekend at the cottage.
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