I am almost thirty now and even though I have been married for almost five years, we have no children. In all honesty, that is because my husband Edga... insists on wearing a condom at all times. He is quite attuned to the cost of raising children and has lectured me incessantly about the financial stain that having a little one would put on our household expenses.When we decided to finally take a well-earned vacation at the shore, I expected it would be at one of those cheap bed and breakfasts. We had been for years; in fact since we are all three eight year olds. We had a lot of fun. When I was fourteen we still had fun, but it was changing. As innocence faded we were becoming more conscious of our sexuality. One precaution I took was to wearing shorts during our horseplay. We’d also go fishing, play tennis and go rambling. Shorts were far more practicable than a skirt, and when we went camping I insisted on separate tents. We were all sensible and continued to have lots more or less. At the same time it turned me on to think of another man watching me as I got hard watching the movie.After watching for a couple of minutes I glanced over and could see that there was someone looking through the hole watching me. At first I was a bit surprised, but it turned me on ever more. I was very nervous, and I sat down to watch the movie a bit more. After about 30 seconds of sitting there a thick, black, 8 inch cock slid through the hole right at eye level. For a few seconds I sat. I was in a part of town that was completely unfamiliar to me, and itwas obviously not a great part of town. It soon got pretty dark, which is agood thing since I would not stand out so much in my outfit at night. Ilooked like a complete slut, a whore. People who saw me clearly thoughtthat's what I was. I could tell by the looks I was getting. I keptwalking fast down the street, trying to put some distance between myselfand the club, but still completely lost with no clue where to go. I stop.