Nish & I went by cab to my place. I was further excited. He is really a nice person, he respected me, was friendly and moreover, a matured guy. I coul... easily bank on his trust, privacy and secrecy.The drive to my home took just about 20mins, which I felt was a long time. Once home, we both got refreshed one after the other and started our next round of booze, which continued for nearly an hour. Together, we arranged everything needed for the massage, rose petals spread across the bed, aromatic. It felt so wrong to be with Leah she was barely even 18! But she looked up at me and in her eyes she spewed with fervent desire. She ran her tits up and down my cock and was spitting on her own tits to lube it. When she started talking is what really started fucking with my mind. "Oh mike do you like it when I fuck your cock with my titties? Do you think Laura would like if i fucked your cock with my titties?" This woman is crazy only thing I could think to myself. She purposely is fucking me. "Now I do. You ran off. Didn't even, but you're a soldier, a rebel." She stood, brush still in her hand, and I enjoyed watching her pointed breasts jiggle and her nipples harden. She was barefoot, and the top of her curly head barely reached my chin. Her hair flowed nearly to her waist."Yep," I said, "that's me, and I need some help. I've got a wounded man out in the barn.She stepped to me, bending her neck to look up. "You certainly are dirty," she said with a grin.I bent and kissed her.. “I’ve never seen you in it before… May I?” Katrin held her hand slightly towards the dress, asking if she could feel the fabric.“Sure… Yeah, I’ve never worn it before. I got it during my recent trip to Kenya. Thought I would wait for a special occasion like today’s Jabari celebration to wear it.” Amarika remembered the wonderful afternoon she had spent in Mrs. Jata Mirii’s tailor shop where she had gotten fitted for the dress. She especially remembered when Mrs. Mirii’s husband Matu and his.