This past weekend, my cousin Alina (Ali). came to stay with us due to the funeral of a distant family member. On Friday, after the funeral, Ali and Olivia and I were taking a walk in our backyard. Olivia was dressed in a lacy black dress, black pantyhose, and black heels. Ali had on a black dress, sheer pantyhose, and red heels with straps. I had on a short-sleeved black shirt with white stripes, black dress pants, black socks, and black slip on dress shoes. Before long, we came to the pond behind our house. Without a thought, I waded into the water, shoes and all. Olivia paused to kick off her heels and then followed. Ali stopped and hesitated a bit, but with a laugh, she unbuckled her shoes and ran into the water with us. Of course, we were soon all soaking wet in our nice clothes. Inevitably, Olivia and I began kissing and touching each other. Ali said, "This is fun! Don't stop on my account!" So Olivia and I went to the pond's bank and lay down on the soggy, muddy ground. I took my cock out of my pants as Olivia pulled down her pantyhose and panties. I entered her and before long, came. Ali watched intently while touching her self. When we were done and all washed off, Ali said, "I see you haven't lost your love of wet clothes!" I didn't know how she knew about that and I asked her. She told me this story:

When I was labout 4 years old, my parents and I visited my grandparents' cabin in the mountains one Sunday after church. Ali and her parents were visiting as well. Ali would have been about 5 or 6 years old. We were all dressed in our church clothes. It was raining and somehow, Ali, our grandma, and I ended up sitting in the front yard in the rain, our nice clothes soaked and muddy. Grandma had taken off her high-heeled shoes and we were packing them full of mud. Then, she put them on her nyloned feet and squelched around in them a bit before emptying them out, rinsing them out, and starting the whole process over again. By the end of the day, grandma's pink dress was plastered to her body, her hair was running with water and mud, her stockings were torn, and her shoes were absolutely ruined. But, according to Ali, grandma was laughing nad having a great time. Ali said her green jumper and white tights were similarly drenched and muddy and her black mary-jane shoes had completely disappeared into the muck. At the end of the day, I stripped naked and Ali took off everything but her tights while grandma took off her dress and wore on;y her slip, underwear, and nylons. We all jumped into the outdoor pool and washed off. My dad, my grandpa, and my uncle, all stripped down to their underwear and joined us, while my mom and aunt took off their shoes and stood in the shallow end of the pool, soaking their nylons and the hems of their dresses. 

Now, I don't remember this at all, but this story is why it came as no surprise to Ali that I still liked wet clothes. According to her, the whole idea of sitting out in the rain and mud was mine.