Have you ever been so rummy, that you do something you know you shouldn't do ? That you've been fighting with yourself not to do ? Yeah, that's where I'm at right now.

The night started out well. I went over to my cousin-german's house, grabbing a few matter to drink on the way. I wasn't a arduous drinker, but it seemed any fourth dimension I DID drink, it was at Michelle's home. We were closer than cousins, more like Charles Herbert Best friends. We had gotten even closer after she split up with her husband. There was only a petty bit of tautness, because although she trusted me completely, she was sure that her husband wanted me, and on some layer I wanted him back. I would never distinguish her, but her instincts were right on. He was sexy, and if he hadn't been her husband, I would stimulate already fucked him. But he had been her married man, and they had a daughter together. Because of that daughter, my little Lissy, even though they were split up, they continued to last together, albeit in separate bedroom. So every clock time I came over, he was there. Dan was one of those guy rope that everyone wanted to be with as a stripling. The hot scantling on campus. I had grown up with him ; it was actually when Michelle was visiting me that she met him, he was my following door neighbor.

Over the years, they got together, got married, and had a kid. But whenever there was a political party, or a cookout, or a piece of cake, or basically any apology at all, Dan would drink. And not just one. He didn't stop until he was wasted. And when he was drunk, he had no mother wit of ego conservation. right hand in nominal head of Michelle, he would tell me that I had gorgeous breast, and that he wanted to feel my nipples. She would get mad, and they would go home. He even smacked my ass a few times. The uncollectible was when he was talking to us both at the same metre, then just stopped talking, looking down at us. He then came out with"You know, if I had you both together, it would be like having twin !"I have to let in, he gave me tingle, I was very sexually attracted to him. But he was my cousin's husband, and that was that.

After they split up, I stayed Quaker with Dan. They still lived together, I saw him all the time and she didn't leave him for doing something wrongfulness, she had just grown apart from him. When he was sober, he would differentiate me how much he loved her, and wanted her back, but when he was drinking, he would make intimate innuendo's, one time even sucking a blueberry from my fingers. As much as it turned me on, I stayed away and didn't promote the situation. I would kip over from time to time, if I was hanging out with Michelle and drinking a short. The first few times, I was worried, and almost hoping, that he would descend downstairs when everyone was sleeping, but that never happened.

Then one night, I was at Michelle's, and we were all imbibition. I got pretty drunk, and Michelle took my Key, saying that I was sleeping there that dark. Nothing out of the average. We proceeded to get rip roaring wino, and Michelle went upstairs to her way and passed out. Dan went upstairs also, and I went to the bread and butter elbow room, where the futon had been arranged into a bed for me. I passed out pretty quickly. Later that Nox, I was awakened to a hired man on my breast. I opened my heart, and Dan was sitting on the side of the futon, looking at me, rubbing and massaging my chest. He didn't see me give my oculus, so I quickly closed them again, wanting to see where this was going. If I wasn't awake, it couldn't be my fault, right ? I felt my shirt being lifted over my pass, and then I felt his lip around my nipple, sucking deeply and flicking his tongue. I felt his handwriting travel down my tummy, to the waistline of my underclothing, and then under. I didn't habiliment pants when I slept over, knowing it wouldn't be well-fixed to kip in jean. I felt his finger in my short little curls, and then his finger was rubbing my clit.

He put his script down a little further, and slowly pushed a finger up into my tunnel, with his thumb circling my clitoris. He started moving his digit in and out of me, and I knew he could feel me getting wet, because he added a second finger. He started fucking away at me with his digit, licking and sucking my breast, rubbing the other one with his former bridge player. I couldn't avail it, my hips started lifting into his fingers, trying to get them deeper, and my script moved to the bulge in his trouser. I opened my optic again, this time looking right into his, so he knew I was awake, and put my hands down his drawers, releasing his dick. I slowly started stroking up and down on him, until he grew to his full nine inches, and I could feel the beadwork of moisture at his tip. Without a word, he dropped his pants to the basis, as I wiggled out of my underwear, and he laid on top of me. He started kissing my neck, and fucking me with his finger again, and I moaned low in my throat. He took my mouth with his, kissing me deeply, as he lined his midst pecker up to my pussy, and slowly started to enter me. He got about half way in, and then had to pull back out and try again. He was at least four in around.

Slowly working his hip joint back and forth, he finally got all the way in, bumping against my cervix, his lump bumping my ass. He pulled himself almost all the way out, and then with one thrust seated himself completely inside me. He started fucking me in earnest now, barely pulling all the way out before pounding himself back in. I was raising and lowering my hips in time to his, meeting him as he came down, trying to hold to a greater extent and more of him inside me. Suddenly he rolled us, so that he was on his back and I was riding him like a horse cavalry. Using my knee joint, I lowered and raised myself on his magnificent putz as fast as I could. I leaned back, bracing my hands on his knees, arching my back, knowing how the sight of my jiggling breasts would affect him. He placed his medallion on me, sat up, and started sucking and biting on my nipples. I could feel myself getting set up to cum, so I brought his human face up to mine and started kissing him. I felt my orgasm rip through me and I squealed into his mouth, feeling my kitty-cat clench his strong turncock. When I was done cumming, he pulled me off of him and flipped me over onto my stomach, pulling me up against his chest, and started banging me from behind. With his hands on my hips, he rammed his hard aching stopcock into my slick love tunnel over and over again. All I could see was the smack, slap, slap of his second joint against mine. I reached back with my hand, underneath, and started cupping and fondling his balls. He leaned forward, biting my backrest and my neck, as his hammer started shooting hot, heavyset Mexican valium of cum straight up into my cervix, triggering another massive climax in me, shoving his hammer all the way into me with each spurt, until finally, after at least ten jets of cum, he collapsed, panting, unable to move.

We didn't move for at least ten minute, as I lay there trying to catch my breath, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. It was amazing, the dear sex I'd ever had, but this was my cousin-german's, no, make that my best friend's, hubby. And though they were separated, I knew how bad this would be if she ever found out. I looked over at him, and instead of"This was a mistake, it can never happen again."leaving my mouth, that same oral fissure started kissing him. His handwriting came up and started rubbing my back, as he kissed me just as deeply as I was kissing him. I drew back and looked at him, knowing this couldn't go anywhere, but also knowing that now that it had happened, it was going to save happening. As I opened my sass to speak, he laid a finger on it, telling me to shh."Let's not think about anything until tomorrow. Let's just have tonight."He hugged me tight, and I hugged him back, feeling him starting to conjure again against my leg.

Just then we heard a room access open up upstairs. It was Michelle ! He quickly jumped up, putting his gasp back on, then kissed me and walked into the kitchen as she started walking down the stairs.

"Dan ? What are you doing down here ?"

"I just needed a crapulence of water. I'm going back to bed now. You should drink some too, it's a proven help on hangovers."

He then walked upstairs, and I heard her walking towards the living room. I quickly shut my centre, breathing in and out deeply, pretending to be asleep. After a minute or two, I heard her go back to the kitchen, get some water, and walk back upstair. That was close. I then drifted off back to sleep, planning how I could do this again, without her ever finding out .