It's okay."He'd never had sex before, which seemed almost unreasonable to me. Drew was twenty-one years old and a virgin. I had to remind myself that ...he world, the real world, wasn't very much like mine at all in a lot of ways. I was a slave and a bedroom negra and I did things that a lot of people couldn't even imagine, and probably they didn't want to. People who lived normal lives, working and going to school and looking for a person to love. I missed that sometimes, but mostly I found it. ”“How so?” I asked.“Well, I mean, ever since I was a little girl I’ve known. I can remember when I was just old enough to go swimming down at the pond, I saw my older brothers swimming naked, and afterwards they all congregated together behind a rock and started pulling and rubbing themselves. It was a race to see which of them could shoot off first. That’s what they called it, shooting off.”I nodded in understanding, and Livvie continued. “Then, later, I remember seeing Momma go into the barn. How it would help relieve the tension and that we had most of the day together. She leant her chest into mine, her cool skin and hard nipples against my hot, almost clammy skin. I began to buck against her hand, lifting my hips off the bed as if I was fucking her, but she pressed my hips back down against the mattress and told me to let her make me cum.She pressed her mouth right in front of me and throatily asked if I wanted to feel her wet warm mouth where her hand is as she began to grip my. We alerted the restaurant that we'd leave our car in the lot and would pick it up in the morning. We waited until the taxi came to pick us up. We were feeling really horny and thought we might have a little fun in the taxi. On the way home, my husband had his hands up my dress and we were kissing each other deep and passionately. A few times, the taxi driver was looking in his rear view mirror. My husband was fingering me in the car and we were having a wild time. I unzipped his pants and he.