I had to pee at one point so I stood up and pissed off the side of the boat. When I had finished I decided to take things up a notch: I turned somewha... sideways and began to stroke my semi-erect cock (I had been at half mast pretty much all day), making sure he could see me do it. That definitely got a bigger reaction.“Hey! I'm trying to steer back here!” he yelled, jokingly. “It's hard enough without you waving your stuff in my face and giving me a hard-on.”That last part really caught my. ” would show true loyalty to the BLACK COCKS.12. Any swimwear that I must wear, such as to a party or public pool were total nudity is not permissible, MUST be extremely brief. It MUST show my tattoos and otherwise show me off as a subjugated inferior white piece-of-ass for SUPERIOR BLACKS. I will try to wear only very sheer sexy swimwear at these occasions.13. I will do my best to inform other inferior white females and males of this site/group and encourage them to visit all other websites to. Yes, she dried herself on the toilet and washed with a cloth, but that was always hastily done as good girls did not linger or play there.So, though she rubbed herself a bit, she really did not know what she was doing. While wetness again dripped from her on to her fingers, that came more from remembering Donald touch on her, and that wonderful feeling of the wand.She did not linger long over this and rubbed her wet fingers in her mons to dry them. She stretched out her arms above her head and. Jason let out a giddy laugh and told me that he thought I had squirted. I was a little confused at first and then I noticed that my ass and inner thigh felt wet. I sat up and there was a large wet spot on the sheets. Holy shit, I never imagined I could squirt, much less have an orgasm from fingers. I wanted to try again. This time he got up out of bed and positioned himself so he could use his right hand. He fingered me again, this time it felt even better since he was right-handed. He had more.