I stood up and nodded that I was ready to do so though. Shirley stood up as well. My parents had come into the library with us, after everyone else ha... left, and, we had all clustered around the television set, pretending an interest in a taped episode of Hill Street Blues. Mama's question was prompted really by her running out of patience, waiting for Shirley and I to retire for the night. In the twenty minutes my parents had been standing around the television set, Mama had contrived, by my. For fuck’s sake.Dad buys the stuff, it costs more than a Civic. This kid busses to Berkeley, but he chooses a camera over a car. Or me. I’m all frustrated. Frustrated as in, I go back to my room and get off on my pillow imagining it’s him I’m humping.What I don’t know then, is that Aaron isn’t the only shutterbug. I am too, but slutty about it, instead of nerdy.--One Saturday around sunset, I see Aaron in the garden with his new camera. Dad’s off with this new girl, who I’ve never met. Lilly or. Even underwater her pussy juice was abundant and my index and middle fingers slid easily into the folds of her warm treasure.Her moan turned into a throaty groan as my fingers breeched the opening of her pussy and pushed deeply into her. I bit down gently, on her nipple."Oh yes!.... Finger fuck my pussy daddy!" I wanna be your naughty girl!" Oh yes.... Oh yess... Oh yesssssss!" as her first orgasm gripped her and she spasmed and jerked in response to the pleasure that washed over her.It was. She tilted her head to the side and she placed her hand under my chin tilting it up for me to look at her. “ You want to talk to me or your own mother?” I knew my own mother was not an option so I guess I gave in. “Well, okay then.” I said. “You’ll probably think I’m weird or gross or something like that.” She looked at me and placed her hand over mine. I shivered. Hopefully she didn’t notice. “Just talk to me.” “Okay.” I said. “It’s about my… my sexuality.” I said carefully almost.