"I was at the concert too! My name is Wendy. Where are we? Do you know what is going on?" A dirty blonde green eyed girl rapidly asked.I just woke up ...yself and don't know anything. The woman gave an angry shout and pointed the remote at us. The girls and I quickly began to bathe. Wendy asked what the thing she pointed at us was I told her it caused pain somehow. When the bath was finished we were give our string bikinis to put on and informed our new names were the color we wore. I was in a. Her eyes were almost turquoise and she had a few light freckles on her cheeks.It was only one month ago when she arrived in Nigeria with her mother, sisters and brother. Although all were stunning in appearance it was Candy that drew many of the stares from the black Africans in the air terminal. Although just fresh out of high school she looked even younger and was such a contrast to the culture that she had stepped into.Little did she know that many of those stares had a hidden African lust. "Uh-huh, I see what you mean. Is that all there is to it?'"Well, ' Sara said, "that's most of it. You just keep practicing that whenever you think of it. Ten times every time you remember. And then there's one other thing — you pretend that you have to fart or take a shit, and you try to keep it from happening by tightening up your asshole. Then, you can sort of practice switching from one to the other.'"My boyfriend really likes it when I squeeze him when he's fucking my ass. You mean it's the. Matt groaned with each stroke of her lips on his inflamed dick. His bell end was pounding and he tried to hold back, feeling it was just wrong to cum but he couldn’t hold it. Judy tasted the first dribbles of pre-cum. Maybe she would let him fuck her next time, but for now, she just wanted him to fill her mouth with spunk. Matt came. And how he came! His groans grew louder and louder until his voice was a shrill issue of pleasure and his body began to shake. Then his cock exploded. Judy closed.