I never touched myself, never even thought of men in that kind of way. So basically, I was a sweet innocent girl, with no knowledge of sex, or dirty t...ings. I never even knew what they were called. I already applied for a college, and I was waiting for the mail, a phone call, an email- something. So here I was, at my job, I worked at a restaurant as a waitress. It was a ghetto restaurant, so of course, the uniform was slutty, and showed a lot of skin. I mean a Lot of skin, but I didn't care at. I have to say, it was the strangest, oddest thing in my life so far, my mother asking me if I'd be interested in fucking one of her friends. And, a friend that's really hot. I let my seven-and-a-half inches answer for me and agreed. I'd seen Dottie in her bikini, now, maybe I get to see her out of her bikini. Nice. So, a couple of days went by when Mom told me that Dottie was all excited. She had described my equipment in detail to her, and that Saturday was possible for her visit, the. Frank and his nephew were astounded to watch as she pulled the straps off, then pull it and her top out from underneath her and toss them aside. They stopped and pulled away as she lay there naked between them.“Oh, please, don’t stop!” she moaned, her eyes closed in languorous torpor. “Oil me everywhere!” Taylor begged.Frank and Harry Junior stared at each other. Another plea broke their stolid posture and Frank scrambled for the bottle of oil. Pouring a generous amount on her fabulous ass, he. I pushed back at him and put my hand down to caress my clitoris which was still swollen and aroused from our earlier encounter. This time we slowed the pace and enjoyed a leisurely, deeply erotic session. Daniel was in no hurry and I closed my eyes and gave myself up to the sensation of his deep thrusts, the feeling of being filled up by him, the closeness we shared. He was enjoying the feeling too, I could tell, as he varied his movements, sometimes almost withdrawing completely but also.