It is already afternoon, and time to get ready for the wedding.We both had a bath together. While bathing, Rafia came forward and kissed me. That made...me hot, and we had a lesbian session in the jacuzzi. This was the first time I made love with a woman, and I loved it. We both had a squirting orgasm. We cleaned ourselves, and she gave me my wedding dress.It was like a bikini top, halterneck held by a string and knot at my neck. It covered only 30 percent of my boobs. That top was connected to. He doesn’t say that much to me, he just screws me and then he leaves. And quite frankly, I’m okay with that.”Siara’s gaze wandered away from the table as if she was looking out for something in the distance. “What’s the matter?” I asked. “My cousin Gauge transferred to our school this year. Well actually he’s a distant cousin, from the side my mom likes to forget about. I told him to meet up with us here. He’s a really cool guy.”“You mean from the trashy side of the family?” I asked grinning.. Once back in the house they took of the bras, skirt anddress, but Jim kept the white panties and Mark his pink frilly bloomerson, then dressed in their male clothes and decided they would walk downto the local for a drink as was their habit every Sunday evening anddiscuss what action they would take to remedy the situation.Ways of silencing their wives came up again and as they drank more waysof murdering their wives got sillier and sillier. There would be nomurders and although it would not. If you went exploring Harare in those tight trousers you must have attracted some attention."A warm hand stroked over her bottom."Please don't. I am a married woman."The hand continued its warm caress."You are most certainly a woman."Rebecca felt hot breath on her neck and the closeness of the African man behind her sent a shiver up her spine. The hand on her bottom squeezed and Rebecca clamped the muscles in response, but made no move to pull away. The sensations in her loins were unsettling.