But he insisted that they were sincere. He told me about how they had flown to Kenya the year before, and that this white guys wife had repeatedly fuc...ed some Zambian guy, and which resulted in her having an African bred baby; and he even showed me (and a group of fellow friends of ours) pictures of this white married woman naked---and I slowly began to wonder if my friend really wasn't being lied to; and that there might really be a chance to get our hands on (and our cocks inside) of such a. Matt shuffled his body, reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, he delved inside to retrieve a piece of paper from what looked like a hidden compartment. He had looked at it, smiled and handed it to Sandra.“Remember that?” he had asked.She looked at it, a picture of her leaning out of her window at home, looking down at the cameraman, Matt, and she remembered. Her heart becoming heavy as she remembered.“That was the last time I saw you smile at me,” he had said. “Before we split. F-Fuck…” I panted out. He leaned back up, “Fuck what,” he grinned as he teased his cock around my opening slowing moving it up and down but not putting it inside my vaginal opening. My chest heaved up and down becoming irritated; I placed my hands over them gripping on them myself, “FUCK ME!” I yelled out. “Bingo,” He shoved partially of his cock into my opening at first then slid all of it in. I gave a moan of approval wanting him to. There were many gentlemen in their business suits, staring at Sheila and me from across the bar.My nice partner girl looked fine. She was wearing a sexy outfit; a tight skirt and a transparent white blouse. I could see her dark nipples through the thin material. All of a sudden I felt getting wet between my thighs…We had a nice meal for dinner and invited Sheila for a coffee at the bar.She insisted talking about schedules, until I told her I was a bit tired. So I left her there with her boring.