These women were never taught about sex and, therefore, wouldn't know a cock if they saw one. They are totally trusting of anyone, believing everyone ...o be good of heart, and as long as a reasonable sounding excuse is given, no matter how flimsy, they are willing to do anything if it makes anyone happy.LEVEL 2: Some awareness of sex. These people know what sex is but aren't aware of some of normal society's views on them. They may be a little wary, but just like level 1, if a good sounding. We had been flying for about two hours. Ammon said, I noticed that you have been looking out the window, would you like to change seats with me?Brandi looked over at me and I said, “Why not.” She then exchanged seats with Ammon.Ammon said to both of us, “I am going to have drink would you two join me?”Brandi replied real quick, “Yes, I would like a glass of white wine, I know my husband would enjoy a scotch and water.”Brandi was really caught up with this African man and his knowledge of. “Matty…” He crawled over to me. “You aren’t complaining are you, Krystenah?” I panicked a little and shook my head no. “No, no, Matty—“ “Good. On all fours. Now.” I got on all fours. He ran a hand through my thighs and slapped them. I opened them. “Keep fucking that pussy, Krys,” he said. “I will get that plug inside your ass. We have to start stretching it or I will never be able to get my fat cock inside it. And we can’t have that.” He pressed on the back of my neck, pressing it to the floor.. I intuitively started humping him — in and out – in and out. I kept going like this for at least five minutes I thought.It was all so surreal… so sleazy… so exhilarating! My thoughts were swirling, when suddenly I had a flash back of explorative encounters with my college buddy, Jimmy. Way back when, in my freshman year, when I was still a virgin. Over at Jimmy’s single, dorm room we had all the privacy we needed. Neither one of us considered ourselves gay, but we did share some sordid.