Cousin Comes For Horses by Bob Wallace
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The girl in this story is one of those desperate people. Bored, frustrated, unhappy, she jumps at the first opportunity for release. In her need, she casts aside morals and scruples, determined to live only for the moment, to grab at pleasure before it is taken away.

COUSIN COMES FOR HORSES is a novel about the “quiet desperation” in so many of us—and the extremes to which it may drive us.

Trish Benson kicked the covers off her young body and climbed out of bed. As always, the crotch of her panties was soaked with the sticky juices of her virgin cunt. Her nipples were sore, the tips hard. She sighed, closed her eyes for a moment and shivered as she recalled the hot erotic dreams that had filled her night.

She walked to the mirror and lifted her nightie, baring her plump creamy tits. A quiver of excitement swept through her as she dropped her nightie back in place.

“I’m sex crazy,” she admitted with a giggle. She dipped her hand in her panties and stroked the silky blonde hair of her virgin pussy. Warm frothy pussy-cream greeted her exploring fingers and she spasmed as she watched her face flush a deep red. “Christ, I’m always so damn fucking hot.”

She slipped her hand out of her panties and looked at the milky cream coating her fingers. She brought her trembling fingers to her lips and licked. The taste was exquisite and she gobbled on her fingers until they were clean.

“Dammit,” she muttered. A tremor of excitement rippled through her as she thought of her cousin, Cassy, in the next room. “Why not?” The more she thought about it, the more excited she became.

Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.

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