She thinks I need too much sex and suggested I learn what it takes to have sex with a man like me."I had stopped massaging by now."What do you think?"...I asked"Would you like a drink? Do you mind stopping for a moment? I sure need a drink!"I didn't tell him, or he hadn't noticed I had already stopped. I was just staring off wondering where this was going. I mean I wasn't concerned, but after the previous encounter my interest was on knowing what I was getting into. Are we just talking it out or. As we walked out to the tent I remember thinkingthat tonight I would be shown my penis to another person. We were laying on top of are sleeping bags wearing just our shorts, a lantern providing us with a dim light. It wasn't long after the magazines were out before my erection was in full force. I didn't even try to hide, I wanted him to see. As if on cue he looked over at the bulge in my shorts and asked if I was hard. I told him I was and asked if he was. "Yes" he responded almost. I took a deep breath and began to roll the condom onto his meat; it really wasn't a bad looking cock at all. When he didn't object, I knew that the crisis was over, at least for a while.I climbed on to the bed, positioned my cunt above the circumcised head of his brain, moved my thong off to the side with one hand and slowly slid down onto him. Most guys like to go in slowly, so long as it's not too slow. My skirt, which was too tight to really spread out too much as a cover, was really. Destinee was wearing one of those "cover-up smocks" that they wear to keep from getting their clothes dirty as they stock shelves and so forth. I could see that she was very cute and she was obviously very tall -- statuesque as I put it and she's turned out to be 5'10". That's fairly tall for a woman. It was hard to tell with that covering garment but it looked like Destinee had quite a nice large set of tits underneath her top and a nicely rounded ass as well. But it was just impossible to.