My skin is pale, too. The only redeeming feature I have is my ass, round and perky, but I don't show it off at all.I'm not a girl who likes to show of...f, I don't wear sexy clothes nor I want people to look at me. I really get embarassed when someone makes a move at me. I get overconcious, and I'm not confident enough to even start thinking about it.It's not like I don't have any sexual experiences. I've made out with a couple guys and a girl, and I even let them explore my body. But always in. My pussy gets hotter and wetter with each snap of the cruel cord that shaped my stomach. Finally, it falls to the floor, and I breath in deep. Completely naked, and my breasts still aching, I begin to stroke my tight little virgin pussy with my two fingers. The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave and my thighs are drenched with my juices. I then wipe my pussy and thighs off on my parents pillows. That will certainly get their attention. To make matters a little more obvious for them I decide to. She had by this time opened up completely and would tell me how much more she fancied ‘her man’ than me; how she felt more aroused and excited thinking about him and his fat long cock; how he was so much more imaginative and athletic in bed; how he could last and hold back so that she got maximum enjoyment from his stiff black cock; how even his semen was thicker, creamier and hotter than my pathetic dribbling. In short, what a better lover he was than me.I loved to hear her tell me these. I held her face and gently pushed her back to the seat. She lost her balance and lay on the seat.I drew up the car to the side and stopped to look. She was not conscious. Her shirt was way up and I could see her bra. She was breathing hard and her 38-inch breasts were heaving in rhythm. The top button of her shirt was open and only three others held it in place.A small artery gave way to a flow of blood to my penis. I could feel the heat building up in my loins. I adjusted myself and set off.