Both were black and green. He left them on her and stripped his clothes off. He then kiss her and massaged her breast through what clothes she had le...t. His hand slid down her panties and began to rub her sex. He felt the wetness of his partner. "Lay down boy," Isabelle said pushing him down. She stood up and removed the remainder of her clothes. "Keep your hands on your sides." She began to run her hands along her body. She focused a significant amount of attention between her legs. Andy's. A dreadlocked Rhodesian/Zimbabwean girl was cooking up some lentil stew in a large pot. The spicey aroma blended with the Indian incense into a heady mix.For a guy from the working class suburbs, the exotic surroundings made me very uncomfortable.After a couple of puffs of some 'weed' I began to relax a bit.The three of us ate our stew at the kitchen table. I was dimly aware of the lounge gradually emptying of bodies, there was some 'gig' somewhere most of them were off to. That left Leila,. Her pussy covers my face in her juices and she tries to grab the back of my head. I stand up and she knows she is in trouble, but she does not care. I begin to finger her clit, her eyes roll back in her head and her body tenses up. I know she is close to climax, i can feel her arms shaking as i feverishly strum her clit. She is in a different world even with her eyes locked on mine, she whispers that she is cumming and I slap her face, instantly sending her in to shock waves. I reach down and. I’m at a party, chatting up one of the local honeys. She seems interested, she’s holding her drink just so and has her head tilted at a very precise angle, carefully calculated to accentuate the degree to which she’s cocked her left eyebrow. We’ve talked about our jobs, laughed at each other’s clever remarks, and she asks what I do for fun. I tell her about the juggling and the music, and then she talks about her poetry and her painting. I decide to take a gamble on telling her about my.