A few minutes later I heard the shower stop. I looked over at my aunt’s friend, who was now rubbing herself and watching us intently. tube8 I could feel myself getting hard, but didn’t want to leave a stain on my cousin’s sheets. “Thanks dear” she quickly turned around and made for the stairs. She was in Japan this week and quite openly flirting with a noodle chef. My aunt’s friend looked up at me through bleary eyes, mascara running down her cheeks. She took my hands and began wiping them down with the cloth. With a big wedding happening this weekend, most of my relatives had been split between three houses in the suburbs closest to where the ceremony would be taking place.















