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od, that's
the _oldest_ story.
"Well that was about all we did that time," he
continued when Miss Kate was out of earshot, "We
remained fairly confused about it for a week or so. After
all, one is not supposed to kiss one's cousin, is one?" He
asked, somewhat sarcastically and somewhat seriously.
"About a week later, a similar thing happened.
We were out for a row, and we were out of the cove there
around Hackett's point." He gestured off into the Tred
Avon. "We started splashing each other P me using the
oar and June using Risa's hands. We got a little carried
away and ended up capsizing the rowboat. We were only
in about five feet of water, so I had no problem righting
it again and getting back in. When I went to pull June
back up though, we slipped. Actually I hurt my butt quite
a bit on that gunwale, but I didn't cry out because June's
lips fell directly on to mine.
"Mind you I'm not saying that this is like 'one-
of-those-things,' we probably fell like that on purpose;
subconsciously. Once again, we began kissing and petting
each other. The rowboat drifted to the lee shore as
slowly on that summer day as I removed the top half of
June's bathing suit. By the time we nudged up on the
sand, Risa's hand was in my pants stroking my penis. I was
alternately su
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