I think I surprised her when I pushed my tongue in her mouth. She fought back with her tongue and she made my head like really dizzy and all. Then I moved my hand up her night shirt and I felt her new boobs. Then I pushed her shirt up over her head and then she let me kiss her nipples and she began to moan a little then I pushed my hand down her pants and slipped my finger between her slit and she wasn’t a virgin. I played with her and she moaned and told me that I was doing such a better job than her boyfriend had ever done.Then I took my vibrator and wanted to ~ you know ~ show Rebecca how I use my vibrator and pretend like it was like her daddy doing it to me and all. But when I was ready to start and I thought everyone else was sleeping when we heard my mommy and my daddy having sex that night. Rebecca put her ear to my bedroom wall and just wanted to listen to them doing it. We both started giggling together and it made it so easy to start talking to her about sex with her. When I met the man who became my husband he wasattracted by exactly the same things that these blackguys were supposedly interested in. Maybe there was ablack man inside him trying to get out, although hecan’t stand reggae, rap, hip-hop or anything like that,but he does like jazz and blues. (He got really mad ata black guy one night who claimed Eric Clapton was theworld’s best blues guitarist. This guy had never evenheard of Elmore James, one of my husband’s favourites,who was black.) Well, let’s get down to the nitty gritty. My hen night,which took place the night before I was due to bemarried. It was only afterwards that I found out thatwhat happened that night had been planned by myfriends, in particular the one who had a black husband.It was she who suggested that on my hen night I wearthe same clothes I was going to be married in – a whitedress, silk at the top with a multi-layered nylon skirtdown to the knee, white fishnet stockings andsuspenders,.