She wanted to tell me something important, Her marriage was fixed. I was so happy for her, she spoke about him, described him as sweet and very caring... Well this continued for a while, you can guess women :DIt was time for dinner, we had our food. She still had a lot to talk, so she asked me to sleep in the same room with her. I just wasn’t sure about that. She insisted. Since she was my cousin, I thought nothing would be wrong in that and no one in my family would object it.Since everyone was. "No, that's fine, I'll just change here too, I guess." It was quiet once again as we stripped in opposite corners of the room, keeping our backs to each other. I was in my black bra and panties now and wanted to see if she was too. I made the mistake - or perhaps the correct choice - of turning my head to steal a glance and noticed she was doing the same. And, sure enough, she was in her bright blue bra to match her short hair and a pair of aqua-colored panties."Sorry, I..." I began,. Every time I see your sweet, naked flesh, I have to fight the urge to jill off and finger myself, and I haven't totally succeeded there. Those kisses ... and the way that Roger kissed you back ... that was love, lust ... passion, desire ... need ... hunger."To see the way that you three are so loving, so intimate, so passionate about each other ... I ache for something like that. The problem is that I am unsure of my sexuality. I have identified as a lesbian for a good while now, but I don't. That's complicated. But, essentially, Mara and I both grew up here in Europe learning about how Africa has been so mistreated and exploited by, well, whites; by Caucasians (like Mara and I), and we couldn't help but feel ashamed of that.When we met, and started dating, she was very upfront about her interests in Africa, and, as we got closer, she admitted that she wanted to have an African-fathered baby someday as well. By then I'd fallen in love with Mara, and I wanted her and I to be married..