A little over 4 and a half years ago, I returned to the hometown area of Buffalo NY and also began a relationship with my mentally disadvantaged cousin Maggie – surprisingly with the approval of her mother and the rest of the family. The only stipulation was that we take it slow. If Maggie was emotionally hurt in any way, my nearly 80 year old father would castrate me. She was the only child of his recently deceased brother Stew. Our sexual exploits of day one and day two can be read in other posted stories. Perhaps castration is too good for me — but Maggie has been smiling ear to ear nearly constant these past few months. Even when my cock is fully down her throat.

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Despite numerous learning disabilities and near total lack of reasoning (she’s with me isn’t she?), Maggie gets by quite well outside the group home where she spend her first two adult years. Aunt Beth is slowly teaching her to cook and I even teach her a few things that aren’t sexually orientated. Recently, when I bought her a candy bar, I told her about Hershey PA and the factory and amusement park. I only knew what I’d read about it, since I had never bothered to stray on journeys to and from Buffalo – but to Maggie I’m sure I sounded quite knowledgeable. That’s when she got on the kick of wanting to go there. And asking about it on an hourly basis.

“When can we go to Hershey? When can we go to Hershey? When can we go to Hershey?”

I tried to put her off with the fact that I’d just started a new job and didn’t have vacation time, but since I kept hearing it – I set a weekend aside to take her. That’s when she started asking, “Can we take Denise?” Denise was a girl who Maggie befriended (who still lived at the group home) and Maggie mentioned from time to time. The first such mention was of how Denise almost got rich accepting Monopoly money for giving $5 blowjobs. So, I was curious… We asked Denise’s parents who didn’t seem to care – I think they said yes before we even finished asking our question and they were delighted that it wouldn’t cost them any money. Three weekends later, I had two young mentally disadvantaged women in my car crossing the NY-PA border on the way to Hershey…

The sounds of the Backstreet Boys singing filled the car and both girls were singing (poorly) and bouncing around. It was a warm day and both women were wearing half t-shirts, no bra, so there were 4 bouncing titties constantly distracting me from my driving. Maggie’s was the first to fall out due to all the bouncing. That led to tremendous laughter and mock embarrassment – we’d all seen that titty many times. Denise, I found was quite the copycat and she increased her bouncing until her left breast also popped out of her half shirt.

“Your boyfriend saw my boob.” Denise said, several times with no attempt to put the breast back in the shirt. “Five dollars,” she said – a reference to her group home sexploits. Both girls were laughing like crazy. Maggie lifted her shirt and flashed both tits at me. Denise did the same. Denise’s were bigger, at least 44C. Denise was a chubby but facially pretty girl of just 18. Whereas Maggie was a blond bombshell, Denise was dark and looked to have Italian or Sicilian ancestry. She also had a nipple ring on the right breast and unless my rear view mirror was scratched – a hair or two growing from each nipple. She had as little modesty as Maggie – which was absolutely none!