He came striding towards us with a beaming smile of welcome on his expressive face, his eyes glittering with a powerful lust. Emma stopped in her tra...ks, tugged me towards her and whispered in my ear “he’s black”I was stunned, surely she’s not racist, if she starts getting funny with him, she's out of here faster than a kick in the ass can carry her. I snapped “Yes he is… and he's my boyfriend”.“I’ve never been with a black guy, is it true what they say?” she whispered.“Ask him. Emma, this. Certainly, after being worn for a whole week of almost constant sexual arousal, those panties were an absolute disgrace! The girls had even been putting clean panties into the washing basket, to avoid having our mother coming into their room searching for soiled underwear.Soiled was very much the right word. The disturbing thought was that there were still two more weeks to go. There was quite a distinct possibility that the twins' panties would walk home on their own before that time. It now. ” I tried to say it confidently, but since I’d never taken a girl’s virginity I hoped it was true. Changing the subject I said, “I’m going to take a shower.”I got up and moved naked out toward the bathroom across the hall, and could have sworn I’d heard footsteps on the stairs, so moved in quickly and shut the door. Even though I’d just deflowered her daughter at her insistence, I couldn’t help the instinctual reaction of being caught. I turned on the shower and got in. I looked for a bar of. I often go there on a Saturday but hadn't seen this boy before. I guess it was a purely physical attraction from the start because I noticed the bulge inside his swimming trunks first, and then his chest and legs. The fact that he was quite ordinary looking didn't seem to matter and when came across and chatted and asked me out that evening I was really happy. I went home that afternoon already in a state of wet sexual arousal and found myself fingering between my legs in the shower and again.