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I picked up the phone since becky was masturbating in the shower. " hi Lynne, Becky is in the shower is there something i can help you with?" Lynne's voice cracked as she spoke with me. Apparently she had a crush on me way back when and never acted on it but now in her horny state she wasnt sure what she was doing. "I just wanted to invite you guys over for dinner before you go back. Mom is over visiting my sister so i thought you guys might want to come over" " sure we will be there, see you tonight" Becky came down grom the shower " who was that on the phone?" " Lynne has invited us over for dinner tonight as her mom is out of town" i could see the fear in Beckys eyes but at the same time her nipples got rock hard. "Umm sure umm yeah we can do that." "You ok Becky?" " sure sure im fine" you should go get ready.I put on my tight black jeans and my pink polo shirt. Spruced up hair and shaved. Becky came up from her room and had on a slutty red dress that barely made it past her thigh. For a moment I just stood there looking at the sides of her boobs until Sharon whispered to me and asked if every thing was okay. She noticed I was staring at her and she started to blush. She asked me if I liked her new dress and I whispered back a definite yes. As she walked away to dance with her friends I realized that I had the beginnings of a serious boner growing in my pants, and for my cousin no less.By 09:00 p.m. most of the girls had left and only Jason and myself were still present representing the men. I had begun to notice some of the girls were acting really silly including Sharon. Jason was getting ready to leave and as he did, he told me that a couple of the guys had spiked the punch and he assured me Sharon and her friends were going to enjoy the rest of the night. Later I was dancing with Sharon when it occurred to me that I hadn't seen her parents all night. Sharon was pretty drunk and she was leaning on me more than dancing. She said her parents wouldn't be coming.
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She was also about a head shorter than me, even with the heels, and I’m not exactly tall.She looked at me expectantly. I knew what to do, I had done my homework. I reached into my pocket and took out the envelope containing the cash.“An hour is fine, right?” I asked.“Sure, give me a moment, I’ll be right back,” she said leaving me in the room. “Make yourself comfortable.”Comfortable? How? I was a bundle of nerves and I was wondering if I was about to have an aneurysm. So, I sat on the bed, reached for my pants, thought better of it, and just sat there. I considered kicking off my shoes, but I didn’t want to be presumptuous. Of course, never be presumptuous with the person you just handed money to in order to fuck them. Makes sense.The click of heels indicated her return. She came in and glanced at me sitting on the edge of the bed but didn’t comment on my state of dress. That being, fully.“Um, so, I have to tell you something,” I blurted out. Great, way to mess things up before you.

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