My dad exhaled deeply and I could see relief on his face. Have you ever done anything with a girl. I shook my head to say, No. But you would like to s...metime? I couldnt believe I was having this discussion with my father. I nodded. The inquisition continued. When you jack-off at night, do you usually think about boys or girls? How the hell did he know what I did to myself at night? Both, I responded, which was a bit of a lie. I did fantasize about boys a bit more often than girls. Good, Dad. But before I could say no or protest she had given me an address and said to meet her there Friday night, OMG! I thought, could I really go? My husband Alex even with my hesitant apprehension actually helped make the decision, by saying he would be gone for most of the weekend sailing with his old school mates and would I mind if he did? Now horny as hell with the thought of watching some really nasty sinful sex between a black male like Jean Louis, and a white woman like Wendy was one of my. "Ouch!" "Ouch, what?" "Ouch daddy!" "Good bitch." He started jamming his finger in and out, then switched back to his index finger, twisted up trying to find my g-spot. When he found it I started to moan, feeling my toes curling uncontrollably and my eyes rolled back. He got a big grin on his face and pulled his finger out. Then took off his shirt and stuck his hairy chest in my face. He smelled so manly! I leaned forward to lick his nipple, as he took his pants off. He grabbed under my knees. This was new to me, the hot coffee and strong whiskey burnt my throat. She seemed more relaxed in the bar drinking her coffee; stretching her long legs out, she almost lay in the chair. I started to notice her large breasts as they heaved with every breath; my eyes kept drawing to them. Then, as she shuffled in her seat, I caught glimpses of her stocking top and creamy white thigh. She was at least my Mum’s age but I still found her very sexy. “Time you went to bed young man,” she commanded. I.