I felt my ears burning. I did have a crush on Carla but I never said a word to anyone. Carla just nodded and smiled like it was old news to her.“I... that true, George? Would you like to be my boyfriend?” I smiled and nodded my head. Was it possible?“I’m afraid I already have a boyfriend, but you can still be my girlfriend. Would you like that?” “I’m a guy,” I replied. I should have known she was teasing me.“You make a better girl than some girls I know,” Carla replied.“Prettier too,”. As far as that stuff was concerned, what I had done with my mother was not the same. I knew my situation was VERY unusual, and NEVER ever breathed a word about it to a soul.You may have wondered how I fared with all those sisters in my family. Yes, I did fantasize about some of them (but not like I did other girls), but was afraid to approach any of them in regard to sex. A couple of them approached me when I was middle aged and there had been some wrestling fun when we were little, but I. I opened and saw a very huge black guy, handsome, but very serious. He looked at me from head to feet and then he reached out his hand to rub my butt.He felt satisfied, touching my round cheeks under my tight skirt.As soon as I climbed his car, Josh unzipped his fly and showed me his massive black cock, already erect. It was a wonderful piece.I grabbed it with my hand and started to stroke it; but Josh wanted my red lips around it. Then I leant on him and gave this little bastard a good sample. He continued to tell me how naughty I had been and that he had seen me staring at him when I was cheering. His fantasy was detailed enough that I knew it was rooted in real experiences. I kept his imagination going with "I'm such a naughty girl," "fuck me, daddy," "I wanted you so bad," and "do I feel good?" He never slowed his relentless pounding as he felt my body all over. He smacked my ass a few times and reached down to feel the tight mounds on my chest. The bra and top were doing wonders.