How to feed my mind, body, and soul. I know I still have a lot to learn, and I know that my mother knows what is best. I try to shake thoughts of my f...ther out of my mind. It has been about a week since I have last masturbated, so my mind starts to flash images of sex and naked women. I have never had sex before. I feel myself get erect in my pants. I start to think of girls at my school naked but something about them seems unsatisfying and boring. Then suddenly my mind shifts to the camping. Turning me round in the shower and nudging my heels apart, I felt his erection seeking its target like a guided missile. Direct hit. Oh my goodness, how wonderful it felt as he saw to it I had as good a fucking as Kay, before drying me off and climbing back into the shower.I walked into the bedroom naked and lay on the bed while he finished off in the bathroom. Seeing me naked was too much for him and he climbed on top and screwed me hard in the missionary position going deep.Kay had heard us. There he was, hunkered over on our bed with his white ass sticking in the air and his asshole stretched by a thick black dick. When he saw me, he was startled and tried to get up, but Derrell pushed him back on the bed, called him a "white bitch" and kept fucking his ass. I sat down on the armchair and watched my husband get ass-fucked. I was really and truly conflicted. It wasn't the sex, it was the fact that Dave was being dominated by another man, a man whom I had slept with. It took me a. “You are a very pretty girl, Liz, and just as attractive as any one of those girls.”“Do you really mean that?” she asked, with a hint of enthusiasm in her voice.“Absolutely!” I countered. I find you very attractive!” Oh crap, I probably said too much. I glanced at her to gauge her reaction; she was smiling. We drove home the rest of the way in silence. We got home and I practically ran to the kitchen to get a beer to calm my nerves. I heard Liz announce that she was going to get a shower. As I.