I can't wait to do that again." Lady Godiva passed by and my dick throbbed and pushed the tent out anew. Sara went to the snack table to get us some d...rinks. Her sexy little ass bumped up and down in the tiny, clinging panty. "Not that you haven't been staring already, but look at my wife's shorts and how much ass crack she's showing. She keeps tugging them UP, pretending she's covering her exposed crack. Yet, she sewed them to be sure she couldn't cover up. Even better, she keeps tugging the. I was an ordinary guy with a normal outlook towards everything in life. When she was done with me, I transformed into something else. I am still ordinary but gifted with an uncommon fetish that rules my being and sense of self.For better or worse, my first girlfriend turned me into her ass slut – depraved, horny and with a single thought in his head, who would do anything to get a whiff of her divine butt.Let’s call my first girlfriend “” because that is her name. At least that was what I was. The story has to end somewhere. There are however, several loose ends which I shall try to remedy here and now.First off, let's pick up where I left off. A business trip kept me from co-joining with Sully, Merry and Bernie for roughly two weeks. However, I did manage to pay several visits to Shelly, who couldn't get enough of my cock. I recall spewing a gigantic load on her face as I knelt over her recently enhanced chest.It was on my third visit to Shelly I sensed something was wrong. I had. I guess what most people call a banana hammock. Although her mother has come home unexpectedly to find her daughter in the buff, she was always very cool. She even caught me wearing just the black bikini bottoms that leave very little to the imagination. She would even bring us drinks while we were in the back yard. Kristen always tells me its cool if I wanted to loose the bottoms, but I could never build up the nerve.The story really starts when Kristen called me one day and asked if I wanted.