She was my little girl and always had been. Her mother, Deb, and I had sex when we were thirteen and got pregnant right away. Yes, that makes me thirt...y-four.Before we got married, we each lived with our parents. From the age of thirteen to fifteen, my father and mother took extra care to teach me how to be a husband and a father. I went to school and got good grades. I had to drop out of the after school activities, which meant I had to stop singing in the choir. I loved to sing. Instead I. I ended up tied to the light bar across the back of the cab just the way I had seen Cathy Grant in that movie that Joni and I had been forced to watch.But getting a few licks in felt pretty damned good!The four men climbed into the cab of the truck and drove off slowly. We crossed the gravel parking lot and turned onto the narrow paved road that went around the lake. The road was on camp property. It wasn't a public road so there wasn't any traffic.There was no hope of salvation from a passing. The couple sat down nearby and opposite me on a bench. this sight aroused my great interest, because it is not some kind of charging cyclist or runner. I watched them. They were sitting and just talking, but at some point the black guy started kissing the blonde's neck. I felt a strange sensation that I hadn't experienced before. I was aroused. While the black guy was groping the girl, my cock got a little excited, but finally my cock got up when I heard the Russian speech from the blonde. At. “Please?” he said. “Please what Brie? What does my little slut need?” My cheeks blushing, and my body on fire, I gasped, “I need to cum... please.” “Who needs to cum?” “Your little slut needs to cum, Sir. Please, Sir, please.” “That’s my good girl, my good little slut. But no... not quite yet. I want my mouth on your juicy cunt when it erupts this time. I want my face covered in your hot sticky juices. Do you want that little slut?” “Oh God yes! That would be amazing... but, please Sir, will.