Even as he walked into the hotel he could hear theraucous laughter coming from the far side of the hotel.From the ‘public’ bar where poor ...fricans drank, sang,and danced. Though he supposed by African standardsthey were not poor.African civil servants, company clerks, and others whohad risen above the hard graft of the factory floor andcelebrated their good fortune and demonstrating theywere ‘better’ by mingling around the hotels were therich Africans and whites. He could hear what sounded like laughter, and another garbled question from Shawna.Katy replied enthusiastically, “Frigging huge, Shawna… you would not believe how big it is, my god… biggest one I’ve ever seen.”Jack again glanced up and saw Katy smiling, staring at his bulge through the sheet. He felt even more naked now because he couldn’t cover up any further, other than putting a pillow over his dick, so he looked down to see what she could see. Although his hard-on lay flat across his belly. Do you think he would have been doing that, if he knew what you'd gone through?"Fiona didn't answer."Do you?" Jessica pressed her."I don't like to talk about it. I don't want to even think about it. If I do, I'll have to see Ken, again, I just know it." Who's Ken?" Brandon asked.I waved my hand, trying to stop him from asking anything more.Fiona looked up at Brandon, who was standing close to me, and said, "He's a shrink, ok?" Fiona," I said, "you can stop the bitch attitude. Yesterday, when I. Fay answered the door and with no preamble or edifice quickly took Jill in her arms and gave her a huge welcoming kiss and some delicious tongue action to go with it. Jill hadn’t even been inside the house and her pussy was already wet, her nipples were hard and her legs felt like jelly.Fay grabbed her left hand, gave her a glass of chilled rose for her right hand, and led her onto the back deck where Alex and John were already grilling dinner. Kisses, kisses all around. Hugs all around..