I had turned fifteen almost a month earlier, and I was taking advantage of my favorite birthday present, permission from my parents to take the sailbo...t out solo. I had packed my rock gear, and a couple days worth of food. The small galley on board made meals pretty painless, but I'd brought our camp grill and a bag of charcoal, with the intention of grilling a steak for dinner. It had been my intention to pack the damned grill, charcoal, steak and the already baked potato I'd made to go with. The sun shone a beam through the window directly onto her peds which dazzled and glistened with her sweat. Indeed, everyone could smell her feet and they all knew it but I was close enough to smell the details. I could smell the fermented canvas of her sneakers, aged over months of sweaty feet jumping rope, playing dodgeball or bicycling around the block. I could smell the unmistakable rubber sole which was now exposed because of the excessively worn cotton solepad.Though my mind fought to. "No. In fact, if I'm going to be honest, I think that is extremely exciting." You wouldn't mind if I fucked another guy? Is that what your saying?" She asked."Yes," I replied. "That is exactly what I'm saying." As I said that, I felt sudden surge of sexual excitement run through me.That was several months ago now, and I'm pretty sure Tara's 'dated' (i.e 'fucked') at least one other guy; and I'm very sure it was a black guy she fucked. I know this because I saw her being very friendly (very. OK he was caught shagging young Debbie, who’d only popped in for some buns, seeing him in the shop and really fancied him, behind the bakers business in the High Street where Gundelow and Sons were renovating the next door charity shop. You’re a silly cunt, Nige mumbled to himself. The gang he did part time work for on accounts and files, were packing up for the weekend, caught him out shagging the daughter of a mate they drank with. Sneakily Des got some video footage of the shag against the.