Margie was trembling. Her heart was pounding."This is Margaret... Robert's wife... on the net... you know," the words came jerkily, hesitantly."Ah! Th... lovely Margie," the voice exclaimed very animatedly and sounding very pleased.Margie intended to try to sound casual in return but in the end no words at all came."I've been hoping that you'd call. You're ready for me to hurt you, are you?" the voice asked her."Yes," Margie said in almost a whisper."Good girl," the voice exclaimed in a pleased. If you seen him you would think of him as just another big black dick hunting for little white cunts. lol. It was a friday when went to their house. Marcus was the only one home and said that every one was gone for a while. But he insisted i came inside. And what happened next fucked with my mind.Marcus had been watching gay porn. I said wtf?! Marcus calmed me down by telling me he was a fagg. I was in shock especcialy when he said that he wanted me. I did not know what to do. But for some. I saw men on numerous occassions shoot sperm as I passed, not an optunistic moment for me, but more timed to perfection by the performer for me to witness. Some holidays this was a daily viewing experience and admittedly, I wandered through the campsite, casually looking left and right and stopping long enough for these lost souls to finish their dirty deed. I was not alone in these short prominades. I used to pass girls of all ages doing exactly the same as me, some alone and some in small. “here; put one hand on my thigh and the other just above my ankle” she said. I leaned in and at the same time her ass went into the air. I got a quick glance, not enough to be sure but she had no underwear on under her cutoffs. I continued to follow her instruction, as best I could trying not to mess up. As we continued she instructed me to move the hand that was on her thigh higher. I began to shake a little, I was already close enough to her as it was and was nervous. I slowly inched my hand.