" I don't think I would know what to do. Where to touch a man and how to touch him, I would probably be clumsy or too rough like Dan was with me." ove... the last 5 minutes, as the questions had become more intimate I had been aware of Donna's fingers moving on the inside of my thigh and it was of course having the inevitable reaction and I was starting to harden.Almost u*********sly I had responded by moving my hand over her hip, across the front of her tummy at the top of her leggings and even. A feeling of insecurity suddenly hit me as I rounded a tree and entered the clearing; the old dilapidated shack facing me. It looked empty; it looked like it would fall down with the slightest breeze. I could feel myself become anxious. I don’t know why? I wanted to be here. Well, I thought I did.I looked at the paint peeling off every facet of the shack, the door was bare; a hint of faded red paint clung to the edges, trying its best to reveal its former glory. The rest of the wooden structure. When I get a stiffie I can go to her and if she isn’t too busy she will lift up her dress and bend over, or she sometimes will suck it until the juice shoots out. She says it tastes good. I like it best when she comes to my bed and we can play for a while in different positions. She shows me ways to make her feel good too and says she will find me a girlfriend when I am good enough.I don’t know about girlfriends. I wonder who it will be. Will she like stiffies as much as Mommy? Will she fuck. Margo was inher middle 30s, her greater age giving her a natural air of superiorityaround him. She was tall and full-figured, features which bothintoxicated and intimidated him. Her honey blond hair was usually up ina tight bun, adding to her authoritarian appearance. Most of all,however, she controlled him via his unnatural passion for furs.As the date of their wedding neared she declared that, as he might haveto remain locked briefly even after they were wed, it was imperative toestablish.