I had a nice looking black guy right in front of me who said he was sorry every time he touched me. I could not even lift my arms so I grabbed his hip... and said it was ok…I felt my skirt start to move upwards. I could feel this black guy was fumbling with his zipper. The next thing I knew; he was sawing his hard cock between my legs touching my pussy on every stroke. I sensed there was no way he was going to get that into me since we were jammed against each other upright. But I thought it. ? Two!Arms... ? Two, too!Hands, fingers? ... Got both in the correct number.Feet? ... I feel them both, attached right where they belong. Toes too.Head...Ok. That scared me. My head wounds were legendary, and always came with excruciating pain.Surprisingly there was no head pain this time.Hmmm...Ok ... the big question ... WHO WAS I?That required me to open my eyes and look around until I could gather enough facts to determine who I was, and where I was being treated. I cracked my eyes open and. .." Then he turned, and took hold of the zip at the front of my dress, "... let's give 'em a show!" He sank slowly to his knees, pulling the zip with him, then shucked the dress off me. He started kissing and nibbling my bulging packet, while his hands roved up and down my stockinged legs. After a while he pulled down the front of my panties, and, in one gulp, swallowed me to the root! His tongue and throat deliciously worked my dick, then he gagged a little, and pulled back. I looked down.. Every year since my father died we have had this tradition to go out with this monster of a boat. This year the crew consisted of Aaron who was the only one that could operate the boat properly, my mother, my sister and mom's younger sister and my aunt Angelina and last but not least my self.Now being a recently turned eighteen year old I was at my sexual peak and a three week boat ride living with my family wasn't exactly a smooth journey. I usually masturbated at least three to four times a.