My cousin and I sat all the way in the back, 2 empty rows of seats separating us from our parents. As our they chatted extensively, Sami and I were lost in our own conversation. We sneakily held hands, careful to keep it hidden from view. boots Sometimes, we when our conversation waned, we would simply stare deeply into each other’s eyes. Our parents were completely oblivious. At one point, I was looking idly out of the window, when I felt Sami’s hand on my inner thigh. It sent a tingle through my body immediately. I looked at her and smiled, but my cousin didn’t stop there. She slid her hand further up, rubbing the huge bulge that had rapidly developed in my crotch. I gave an audible sigh. I didn’t need to tell her to continue, or what I wanted. Sami very quietly unbuttoned my pants and, maintaining a casual expression so no one would notice anything amiss, she calmly reached into my pants and began stroking me. I grinned at her and then turned to look out the window again, unable to maintain eye contact with her and afraid someone would see my hard core rapturous expression. Sami kept her motion slow and steady at first before gradually tugging more heavily. I was breathing harder now, and had to bite my lip so I wouldn’t moan aloud. I closed my eyes, imagining that my burgeoning cock was buried in my cousin’s mouth and that her lips were vacuumed-sealed around my circumference… her head gliding up and down the entire length of my shaft. I idly wondered if Sami could fit me completely down her throat. My manhood was rock-hard and burning from the friction. Sami kept her body still to avoid detection, but she was masturbating me more furiously now with just public a flick of her wrist. Things were building up to a wicked crescendo, and my lungs, just like cock, was about to burst in ultimate elation. Then Sami stopped. I nearly groaned in dismay. My erection was in such dire need of release that I almost finished the job myself. But my cousin planted a furtive kiss on my cheek and whispered in my ear, “Just imagine what you’re going to get tonight.” My penis was hard for the rest of the bus ride. I was completely sore in my crotch when we arrived at our destination, a hiking lodge at the base of one of California’s many picturesque mountains. After a brief respite, we set out on one of the main trails, backpacks filled with necessary supplies, following markers to a waterfall that was situated near masturbation the peak. It was still early morning when started; with any luck, we’d reach our goal by noon. Unfortunately, it was soon apparent that Sami and I were going to quickly outpace our parents. My father’s troublesome back slowed him down, and my Aunt Tabitha quickly developed blisters on her foot. They urged Sami and I to go on ahead without them, but naturally we wanted to remain as a group. However, after about an hour of light hiking, we decided hentai to break for a while, and our parents urged us to continue without them. “We can’t keep up with you kids,” my father puffed. “Go on without us, and we’ll meet you both at the waterfall. If we’re not there by 1 o’clock, just find us on your way back down the trail.” Sami and I looked at each other, then at our parents. “Go on.” Aunt Tabitha made a “shoo-ing” motion at us. “We’ll be fine. Go have some fun. We’ll be right behind you.” That wondrous, rapturous moment crashed through me. My brother's cum spilled into my pussy. I grinned impishly. Honestly, it’s not as boots bad as it sounds. *"Better? “It is an honor to finally meet the new Lord of the great House Darcy.” Sheila put her arm around Martha's shoulder and led hentai her to the picture window overlooking the canter's courtyard. Pulling the small masturbation man off the ground the leader stated, "You keep that up I might just let her kill you. 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