..But that was another world.Sarah was wearing a crinoline, I an underskirt without crinoline rings.Both of us were wearing clothing down to the floor... but her's with itsmany adornments, mine in a plain sky blue quite simple. The dress of adomestic servant. Over that came a large white apron, which was barelyshorter than the dress. And - for me the most disturbing - a hood on myhead. This had numerous frills. But Sarah said, it just had to be.We were made-up similarly - with the natural. I was probably 10 or 11 when I "discovered" masturbation. My parents weren't home and I was watching one of dad's "collection" tapes. These were VHS' of movies, only they weren't whole movies, they were a highlights type of thing that appeared to have been recorded off of one of the many Cable porn channels. They were movies like Taboo, Behind the Green Door, Devil in Miss Jones, etc, the Classics, only they'd been edited down to basically just the sex scenes and anything else that needed to. Next she was squatting down onto my cock forcing it up into her very eager pussy. She was more moist and I was more hard than either of us had been in quite a while. I could not believe that she was going to fuck me in our driveway right out there were anyone could just drive by and see us.I grabbed a hold of my drive shaft to steady myself. I had rolled the windows down to cool off the inside of the car so I think she was holding onto the door to steady herself. Then she started to rise up to. Predictably he shoved the head inside me causing me to cry out loudly. I sniffed deep on the amyl nitrate and held my breath as he f***ed another inch inside me, I knew there wasn’t enough lube for such a b**st of a cock but I needed to be impaled in agony to satisfy my lust. My chest and head now pounding from the poppers I sank back on him another inch, I was ravenous with desire but could take the pain no more so I pulled him out and spread a whole sachet of lube on his length. I climbed on.