But I'm not particularly talented. I can't write. I can't direct. Ican't sculpt or paint. I can't act or sing or dance. When it comes totalent, I'm se...erely handicapped.God's gifts to me are of another kind. I am beautiful. Gorgeous, really.I say this with all humility, for it is God's gift to me; I did nothingto earn or merit being beautiful. I just am. (Well, okay, I guess Goddoes have a little help from the beautician and a few other folks; everygirl wants to look her best, after all.)I used. "Why are you doing that," she asked."Well, it makes my dick look longer. Trim away the foliage. I'm sure you've seen plenty of long, black cocks in your day and I didn't want to be embarrassed by my little white weenie."Oh, don't worry about that," she giggled as she tugged my cock gently, "You're 'weenie' is fine."My dick started firming up when she pulled it because it felt so damned good. We both sat there for a minute and watched it swell up a little."See," she said, "it works just fine."It. But when I was introduced to sex after 11th standard I got with my neighbour aunt as said in my previous story. After joining my college I am sex starved as neighbor aunt relationship stopped. Even during my college time often will be in uncle home if I come for holidays. As I was sex starved one day when I was in my uncle home, me and my sister were alone as uncle gone to city, children to school.I was sitting in the sofa and was watching TV, she finished her cooking and came and sat right to. ." With one handI pulled the panties to the side exposing my 'pussy' I traced my fingeraround it. I was getting light-headed. I pressed, just the tip of my fingerslid inside. The voice continued, 'ooooh doesn't that feel so good? keepgoing, keep pushing!' I pulled my finger back and sucked it between my lips,it was earthy, but my essence just contributed to my growing arousal.'That's the way your pussy smells...' the voice whispered. I pushed my salivaslickened fingertip tip between my cheeks.