Chris buried her face in my hair quietly asking if it was boy trouble I answered ‘no’ the next question surprised me ‘girl trouble’ ‘yes’ ... didn’t see the look Chris gave Mom both guessed I had a crush on a girl but it wasn’t a crush I loved her. The tears started to flow Mom and Chris held me tightly letting the tears flow unheeded eventually I stopped sobbing.I finally explained to Mom and Chris about Millie and how I felt Mom asked if Millie knew of my feeling towards her I shook my head,. " I put his cock into my pussy and rode him reverse cowgirl. I was repulsed, because I couldn’t even feel his cock. “I can’t even feel your cock, you’re completely pathetic. Is this the hardest you can get? Fucking hell!” I had my hands on my knees and moved my pussy up and down his puny cock. I couldn’t feel him inside of myself, but I was aroused by all the humiliating. My pussy was on the wet side as I fucked him. I fucked him for what only seemed to be five minutes. “Oh Gina, I’m coming!. I sat down and she came to me carrying a large bowl, a pitcher, and a towel. She removed my shoes and carefully washed my feet. I remembered from the Sutra that this was something the wife was expected to do. She was doing this voluntarily, but it still slightly offended my egalitarian sensibilities. It was something we’d have to discuss. When she’d dried my feet, she put the soft shoes back on, then went to the kitchen.She brought the food to the table, serving me first, describing each. We finally decided that the extra chips in front of me were the value of my shirt, and since it wasn't fare to take any value from Samantha's panties, the extra would be added to the value of my briefs.That's when it hit me that Samantha was going to have to take off her shorts and shirt again. I adjusted myself without thinking about having an audience. That made Samantha giggle, but she got totally serious when she asked me if I was ready for her to give me her shirt and shorts. This time.