So, if you want to fuck me, you'd best get on with it before we run out of time!"Maggie watched as Kathryn hiked up the dress she had on, revealing th...at she wasn't wearing anything beneath it. A fact she found both appalling as well as strangely exciting as she came to think upon it later. More importantly, she wondered about two things. What had the word "fuck," meant? She'd never ever heard that particular word used before for one thing. And for the other, what were they doing?To say that. "Uhhh..." I moan and rub my eyes. I sit up in bed and stretch my arms in the air. I get out of bed and walk drowsily to the bathroom. "I guess mom and dad went to work already." I say to myself not realizing it's noon. I go downstairs and grab my basket of recently washed underwear and socks. I take them back up to my room and dump them on the bed to sort them out. As I go through my underwear and put them in my dresser I come across a pair of white satin panties."Odd, some of mom's clothes. On the average, I'd say 80% preference for women, but hell, if I went more than six months without a good hard dick, I'd probably go nuts. What is really surprising is, I think there are a lot of women out there like me, and I don't think I am so much unusual as just a little bolder than most of the other women just like me. So, here's my story:"I've been having sex since I was 14. First, with my brother, then a guy named Donny, who lived at the next farm. Before I go any further, no, this is. I told her to relax and not to think what happened the previous day. She somehow relaxed and gave me a brief. While she was leaving I asked her to come near me and I spread my hands as if I want to hug her. She came and hugged me keeping her hands on my chest so that he boobs does not touch my chest. I hugged her and patter her back and the back of her head. She again said sorry, I held her face in my hand and kissed on her forehead and told her that it is fine. She was ready to leave and I.