“Jesus Christ, Juliet.” He hissed, obviously embarrassed. He quickly covered his glorious cock, and simultaneously shut off the porn.“I’m sor...ry Daddy,” I said. “I just wanted to help you.”My dad’s eyes went wide. “Honey,” He said. “We can’t do that.”“Yes we can Daddy,” I insisted. “I want to do it.”My father shook his head and sent me off to bed. I went to bed feeling rejected, but I wasn’t going to give up that easily.The next morning I put on the shortest shorts I could find and a tank top. I lived in a farm hands living quarters on the property. When I met Kim his daughter we hit it off real good no sex just good company. Once I brought up the subject of sex to her and she had said my Mom says not till I'm married. So for months we just dated on the farm we never left. Then came the day I asked her to marry me and she said yes. Well her dad had a preacher come to the house and then after the ceremony I was taking her into town where I was going to take her out to dinner and. “Itcomes in handy, ya know?” “God, do you guys use it,” asked Chris, still notseemingly believing what she was seeing. “Sure we do; you thought all we had up here weretongues and fingers,” teased Sari, as she waived thelarge cock in front of Chris’ eyes. “C’mon, let me try it,” said Chris, now completely overher lethargy and fully engaged in the task at hand. Shetried to grab it from Sari, but Sari pulled it away. “Not so. So for us we attempted to replicate the dynamic mutual feelings and sensations we shared on the island that very erotic, unconventional and enlightening tropical night.Once back at home we loved going out to the clubs and have her dress super sexy, mildly flirting specifically with certain black men, becomes especially appealing and fun, dancing, romantic innuendo and suggestive contact, we are role playing. Maybe with the fantasy idea of one day extending an invitation for him to come back to.