Two cans of paint, two trays, several brushes, rollers and a ladder were sitting in the middle of the floor.My heart sunk. There were a million chores...I would have chosen over painting. I hate painting. I turned around and started to walk away, but he took hold of me and swatted me once on the behind. I half-expected it and turned back to him with a mixture of resignation and gratitude that he was going to help me do something that I needed to do.The house we were living in at the time had been. .ahhhhhh fuck me”, she was screaming like a slit and I was moaning too.After a few minutes, she released her cum but still kept moving her ass. She was tired and had already stopped moving her ass but as I was about to cum, I held her ass and moved my dick really hard inside her pussy. She clenched her nails on my shoulder out of pain but I continued doing that until I shot my juice inside her pussy.We were both tired; she was resting her head on my shoulder. I could feel our juice coming out. She moaned, “Aaaahh,.. please don’t stop..aahhh..this is heaven..aai g” (Oh, mother).I continued licking because that taste was just CRAZY. She held my hair and pushed me deep in as she neared her orgasm. My face was covered with her juices. She started laughing, “Kasla distoys” (You look funny). I stood up and started kissing receiving equal response now.My dick was hard as hell now. Now it was her turn, she went down and started giving me a blowjob. She is really good at that. Her lips were. So that's why I'm here and why I've been travelling around here for the last six months. It's all because of writer's block and the Readers Digest Atlas." So you must have got to know Africa quite well." You'd think so, wouldn't you? But I dunno. It's always other Westerners I meet mostly. Other people travelling. Or people staying at the hotels. It's not as if there are that many Westerners here, but I seem to meet them. I've seen a lot of the continent, but I don't really know the.