Massa always told us what to do and when to do it. We learned to do the different jobs when we was young and most of what we know is plantin’ and pi...kin’.“The one time I did something without being told to, I killed Massa Greene. I have no idea how we got here, and we had no idea where we was before you told us. We didn’t even know we had to cross a river. We need someone to tell us what to do and we think you would be a kind Massa,” he explained.“I’ll think about it,” I replied, “but I don’t. I reached inhis pants again, he was wearing those loose shorts that came down belowhis knees, and grabbed his prick and led him into the living room.Inside I reached my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around hiswaist and started kissing him for all I was worth, I knew I was having aneffect on him because I felt his dick sticking out below my ass. He walked over to the couch and set me down but I would not break the"Lip lock" I had on him, something we did a lot together when we. I slid my buttocks close to the guy and leaned towards my passed out husband, putting my head on his shoulder. I moved the blanket to cover my shoulder arm and hand that was now in the guy’s lap.Trying to grab his dick through his pants, I could feel he was hard but could only feel the base of his cock. It must have been stuck in his pants pointing down. He reached down and fixed himself, making his cock pointing up.Then I could grab the shaft, but still only through his pants.He opened his. Before that, I was completely normal. Well, I had plenty of guys hanging around, and I slept with plenty of them. But I never got into group sex, and I never even thought about bukkake. Until I met up with the guys on that website, I didn’t even know what bukkake was. When one mentioned it to me, I thought it was some sort of food – a cake or a kind of sushi. I guess I’d been hanging with the wrong crowd. No-one taught me about one of the most incredible sexual experiences a girl can have..