I release a moan as he ceases to kiss me and his mouth findsmy breast. He runs his tongue along my nipples and they quicklytighten up into hard buds. ...lternating between tugging,gently nibbling and sucking on my nipples he sends the juicesflowing. Eventually, he releases the nipple and begins his treklower, running his tongue along my stomach, stopping totickle my navel and ending his journey at the center of myuniverse. He spreads my legs and parts my lips as he beginsto run his tongue along. “My, elders, please. Deal with Kwame. Not his wife. She’s just a victim of love. Deal with my son,” Emeliya says amidst sobs, disregarding the ban for women to utter anything at the meeting.“Enough of your insolence, woman!” shouts another man. “True to our forefathers’ saying, if a mother be stubborn, what of her offspring?”Kwame, a young, western educated political scientist can no longer stomach the incessant attacks on his family. He is shaking with anger. His diminutive stature. It all started with them gently caressing and feelind her legs and breasts through her clothes which she eagerly allowed to be gradually removed until she was just in her bra and knickers,I could see from her flushed face and heavy breathing she was getting very turned on and could not wait to go further,the guys all started to strip off too and she licked her lips in anticipation at the bulging in their underwear as they started to become erect,off came her bra and they took turns to cup her. ”I said, “I missed you.”He said, “No, do you miss me now?”I said, “Do I have to say it? Yes.”He said, “Well then say it to me like you mean it.”I was really rubbing my clitoris now and feeling the damp as it was seeping through my panties and into my pants. My fingers were stroking the length of my labia as well as I said, “Yes Al, I miss you. I am so shameful.”He said, “I refuse to let you say it is shameful for you to admit you miss me. Now tell me you miss me and are proud of it.”I said,.