I used a small pop up camper for about 6 years and Ashley and I camped in it last year. We used our new camper one time last fall and was anxious t... start camping again in April. Sara, Ashley’s friend who does some babysitting for us also camps with us occasionally. The first weekend we went camping with the kids and Sara tagged along, her mother is always busy and Sara hates her stepdad. Sara helps Ashley and is great with the kids but she is always having boyfriend problems. Ashley just. My climax came over me, then. It seemed to me I wasgoing to become part of the sofa, sinking deeper anddeeper into the cushions. In the dim recesses of mybrain while sinking, I felt the pony withdraw. Thesudden loss of all that power within me left a greatvoid, as though I had just given birth to the EmpireState Building.The next thing I was aware of was Helen standing overme. She was talking to me, but the words didn’tregister.“What?” I managed to say drowsily.“I said I. I really liked that.I found out that Jon was home on leave from the Army that weekend, and before he went back, we spent a lot of time parking. As we were parked and he was "feeling me up." He put my hand on his hard cock (it must have been about 7-8" long, and it felt great. I stroked it for him. I loved doing it. He made me cum many times by fingering me.Over the next two years, we carried on a long distance relationship. He asked me to send him sexy pictures of myself so he could take care. Psychologically, I try not to get wrapped up in the "penetrator as person with power" dynamic. I think it harms most relationships to do so. It erases female-female relationships and weirdly skews people's view of male-male, with focus on who's pitching and who's catching. It also keeps men from being willing to try being penetrated because they associate it with weakness. Personally, being the one in the role of penetrator was new, and fun, and something I wouldn't mind doing again.Is pegging.