Kissing the back of Ann's neck, Mary pushed her arms to her side. Placing her hand under Ann's chin, Mary pushed her head back and kissed her softly. ...ring her arm up, Mary caressed Ann's small breasts. Trapping her nipple between her fingers, Mary squeezed Ann's nipple. Ann had to push her fist into her mouth as Mary rubbed her clit. She could feel her juices trickle from her pussy down Mary's fingers. Entering the first of three tunnels Mary used the echoes from the traffic to cover Ann's. They determined that judging by the color of the natives skin that they were obviously in Africa. The natives also appeared to be warriors because they were carrying spears, shields and crude knives.The 2 men were placed in front of the chief of the tribe who spoke broken English."You men have a choice. It is death or "Bunga"!!!One man who did not want to die asked what "bunga" was and the chief said smiling , "You know, bunga is bunga, you like it or you don't." The man not wanting to die. My sandals and knickers were off before she had got out of her first boot, and I started to make things even worse by sitting behind her so she was between my legs, leaning forward, pressing my breasts into her back as she struggled with the next, my nibbling of her shoulders and neck making her shiver and groan with pleasure. The boot off she wriggled out of her shorts and black panties with a little less effort. Leaning back against my chest she let me carry on nibbling her neck, I caressed. Yet, for some reason, there was a cool breeze that made the hair on my neck stand on end. I carefully walked over to the bedroom door when I heard a cute giggle from behind it. "Honey?" I called out before opening the door.Suddenly, I found myself in a lush, green field. A short distance away, a blond woman in a green dress sat at a picnic table under a large oak tree. Carefully, I walked over, curious and unaware of my state of undress. "Uh... hello?" I meekly inquired, waving tepidly. She.