He likes to call me a “cheering slut.”I drove over to his house and parked in his driveway. I didn’t see his truck, but was hoping it was just i... the garage. I walked to the door and knocked on the door. I was really hoping he was there. I hadn’t seen him all day and was super horny.The door opened and his father answered the door. He looked at me with a really happy face.“Hello, Sandy. Come in dear. Were you selling candy again?”“Hi, Mr. Chadwick. I sold candy all day. I made five hundred. However this not a bad thing, a challenge actually but there is a good side. I showed her that if I fucked her in that wonderful shaped ass there was no need of a condom.At first it was a trial but now she’s more comfortable although I don’t know if it ever could be for a woman.One more thing, Barb likes challenges and some times can get pretty wild.To liven up our sex lives, I’ve been bringing home interracial porn films and indulging in a fantasy mine; watching her being fucked by a black. She always either asked for it to happen or else she gave her consent before things happened. She always was given the choice. In the fantasy you described, it sounds like you wanted to be forced into doing things. I could never be comfortable with doing that. Pretending to force you, I could do that if you wanted me to, asked me to." Well, it was only a fantasy, like you said. In my fantasy, I found it more exciting to be held down and forced in the beginning. I was just kidding around with. The conversation en-route mostly covered the day and laughter often rang out as we went over the events."Dad, would you mind if I was to start seeing Andy regularly?" asked Jenny as she walked next to me."Not at all, he's a nice lad I reckon," I replied."I think so too, but want to get to know him a lot better before we become an item ... assuming we do," she responded."That's fine with me, little one," I said."I think he knows what might happen to him if he doesn't behave," she giggled."About.