'Oh, Daddy I love you too, ' she thought as her body spasmed to completion.When she had finished, she lay back, feeling ashamed of herself for what sh... had just envisioned.Although she fought against doing so, Rhonda found herself masturbating nightly nevertheless, while her fantasies of her father became increasingly prominent. She hated doing it, but she found that she could not help herself. What was even worse was that she now continually kept replaying that night in her mind. She would. But I found the pain to be a sexual turn on. I was thinking, "So this is what it feels like to be blackened!"I started to cum almost right away. It was terrific, I came harder that I'd ever cum before. Seeing the lust-filled black man over me thrusting his cock into me, a white girl, vulnerable to his every whim, feeling what I was doing was contrary to the laws of God and Nature, made the experience so much more exotic and erotic. After a few minutes the pain subsided a lot. And by then Leo. We moved ahead. One-step at a time, though, to check ourselves as to where the Lakshman-Rekha was. However, the supposed ubiquitous Lakshman-Rekha never existed at least for Anita and me.Phone sex became a routine. We would cum hard over the phone. She would frequently experience multi-orgasmic spasms. We would share our love and intimacy, all via the virtual space, but with the deepest desire to convert the virtual lovemaking sessions into real ones.And that did not take long to happen!. He said if I wanted to I could swim for a while. The water was cold and I started shaking. I got back in the boat and laid across his lap resting in the sun.A boy came up in a row boat, which scared me." Hello Mr. Donald" the boy called out," I see you have a new friend with you, mined if I come by later" he asked. "Hi Timmy, maybe later. How's your dad" he answered. "He's Ok,we missed you last summer, see you later." the boy called out and went on his way. "Who was he" I asked. "That's Timmy,.