” He whispered into my ear when he pulled away for a moment only to return to me. My hands came up and ran under his shirt feeling his cold hard bod... against my hands. His long raven colored hair fell to the sides as we kissed. He moved now to the side of my neck and down to my chest.I had come prepared for this and only wore a black tank top I had bought the day before. He gently moved it aside and licked the full circumference of my left breast before letting his tough tickle my nipple. He. May that African fertilized baby be well loved and cherished always!]I'm watching my sleeping wife's peaceful face, and as I do, I cannot help but think back to early that summer when she and I were in Kenya on our 'vacation.' We did our share of sightseeing (the wildlife parks there were truly amazing), but our main objective for being there was to meet up with Omar, an older Zambian African male who was working in Kenya for the season, in order for my wife and he to make a baby together.As I. “He’s not exactly handsome, but he is trim and his stamina is fucking amazing. At first I thought it was Joe the old window cleaner, but he said he had hurt himself and he had stepped in to help his Uncle. Well I thought nothing of it and went to have a shower and washed and thought he would wash the front windows like Joe, but he did the back first. Well I thought he had finished the front windows and I was feeling horny so I got out a vibrator and was pleasuring myself and was lost in my own. " You want to be my bride, then?" No, you'll be the bride, Joy." Okay," she said, prior to kissing me. "We'll figure that out later, but I guess whichever one of us is the groom, that one has to propose."We both nodded, and then we both headed out to the hallway."Where's my mom," I asked."She might be in my moms' room, chatting," Joy suggested, before heading to their bedroom.I didn't even bother knocking and opened the door. I halted in my tracks and applied pressure to Joy's hand."What,.