The room was crowded, but he only had eyes for her. Kim's dark hair was longer, reaching her shoulders. Her curves were sharper then Art last saw them. He saw them last night while he pumped his fist, but that was an image two years old. Two years of what if's flashed through Art's mind. Twenty four months of very dirty thought's about his third cousin. His hard on had no shame, Art had to stand to the side as he shook hands and kissed cheeks.
Who started the first touch in the basement below them? Their kiss, that led to making out? That led to extremly serious grinding of bodies? Art wasn't sure, but he knew it was going to be a long evening.
A cousin just finished a dull conversation, and excused herself to the bathroom. Art felt a tap on his shoulder, that touch, it made his dick sigh. He turned, Kim was smiling, her tan eyes dark with lust. She glanced above Art's head, he looked, saw a mistietoe above his head. Art's lips were touched by silk. His hard on was screaming for release now. Kim only pecked him, she didnt trust herself, she too, had two years of what if's. Nothing could happen-just yet. She whispered I never thought to see a tent in the living room. She glanced at his hardness, and winked at him. Art watched her ass-her firm tight ass as Kim headed to the kitchen.
Art kept stealing looks at Kim durind dinner. Wishing he were her fork sliding in her mouth. Leaning forward when she licked her lips. Was he going to be bold enough to take a ride after dinner? A ride to the closest hotel? Yes!!!
Fate stepped in and lent a hand. It was flurring when Art arrived, now it was close to blizzard conditions. Everyone would have to spend the night. Art quickly claimed the basement. He saw kim give him a hungry nod and winked at him.