I lift and spread my legs as you realize what I have in mind. You push hard against my butt plug and ask, "What do you want me to do, baby?" "I wa...t you to fuck me," I say quietly. "I don't understand, you're going to have to be a little more specific," you say while you slowly slide the plug in and out of my ass. "I want you to fuck my ass with your dildo," I say embarrassed. You grab the dildo and say, "This is not a dildo, this is my cock, try again." I pause for a few moments as. Confession, whether one was religious, or not, had proven to be amazingly efficacious! Being open and honest, and especially about something like this, was absolutely crucial to her own long-term happiness.Then Cindy decided to go further with her opening up with her daughter. Again, she felt slightly nervous about doing so, but she did anyway."Also," she began, and then paused slightly for a moment, "I'm planning on seeing someone up here. He's really nice. He's black" (she added). "I met him. I swallowed every drop and sucked him dry.I noticed that Tina and the others were gone.We all got of the hot tub.I dried and wrapped the towel around me following the guys inside.Tina and the others were sitting inthe living room drinking.I asked if anyone knew where Betsy was.Tina said" her and that guy most have hit it off,I think they are in the bedroom upstairs." I said "well I am going to check." When I got to the top of the stairs I could here they were having sex.I peeked in the door. So it was a slow but deliberate process for me, going out and becoming used to the ever changing environment. Some days were cold and wet, other days warm and sunny, and gradually I came to enjoy the difference. It took a few months, perhaps longer than that before my feet became calloused enough that I didn't mind running wild with my mates, even across the gravel of the driveway. Where once I'd almost tip-toed gingerly, ohhing and ahhing over every uncomfortable step, now I felt little if any.