She liked the halftime entertainment the best and it weren’t on that little screen. That’s when she’d take the visiting guy, or pick one if ther... were more, back to the other room in the cabin, close the door so as not to interfere with the TV watching, and get to play the kind of ball, or more accurately balls, that she liked the best.If it was the first time for Myrtle’s halftime entertainment, they might be kinda worried when she whispered the invite in their ear but she assured them that. ”A quick look of concern flashed through her eyes then they brightened into a grin. “If your balls can’t handle that little bit of battering, then you must have a terrible sex life.”“You could kiss them and make them feel better.”“I don’t think I want to kiss them right now but how about a little massage?” She reached between my legs and cupped my nads in the palm of her hand. With that little gesture and suggestion, Whitney and I started another lesson in her sex education. She was gone. I burst into the room and caught her in a very compromising situation. In her cot, basked in the moon light, she was touching her self, very, very softly. She looked as if she was in a dream. "Zybeath you scared the hell out of me."She did not stop her gentle masturbation. Wearing only a tee shirt, her long legs and pussy were exposed to me. I had heard her solo sex, once before, in the middle of the night, but had never seen her. She was beautiful, her eyes closed, her red lips parted. Quickly. I had brought myself off masturbating before, but it was never this good.Finally when his cock penetrated me there was a moment of pain, and I grabbed hold of John and he pulled back momentarily then slowly began penetrating me again. Once he was fully inside me John stopped moving and gave me a chance to get used to the feel of his hard cock inside me. As the original discomfort subsided I began to enjoy the feel of having a cock inside me for the first time. When I told John I was all right.