My heart was pounding, daddy and I had always joked and talked about my sexual fantasies, and this was one of them, having seen it on a porno one nigh..., where a group of angry black men stormed into a white farmers house, took hold of the farmers white wife and held legs open, as they took their turns, her cries of help turning to cries of passion, as she humped their long cocks, as she was held in that position.I often masturbated to this image of me being taken like that, and now I was a few. We made it to the couch just inside the front door before she fell asleep when trying to take off her shoe.I had to hold her sitting on the toilet and make her muscles relax to pee because she was sleeping so deeply. I got her changed into a larger version of an eight to ten-year-old girl’s nightgown and tucked into bed. Steve came up to check on her when he came home.I told him about the day and said, “I don’t think she will be out for days, like when I had a lot of memories come flooding back. My life is filled with pleasing others, so I don’t have very much time to cater to my urges. Is it too much to ask for passion and frequency? Intimate acts that aren’t immediately followed by sex are the perfect foreplay. The more I listen to my heart, the more I cannot deny something is wrong in my life. I’ve been thinking about you all this time. You’re the kind of person that if I don’t follow through getting to know you, I’ll always regret it. My sexuality in constant bloom, you come to my. I felt as if a needle had pricked me deep inside as I had ruptured my hymen. But I was so deeply lost in the blissful world that I kept fingering my pussy continuously. It was only after I had shot my load and saw my pussy dripping with my juice; my eye caught a drop of blood on my inner thighs. I didn’t know why. It was only after few months when I came to know through my friends that how the virginity is lost.I continued sleeping at daddy’s belly as and when I got an opportunity. However,.