I was horny that morning, and feeling his bulge pressing against my bum, sent my mind racing, and one thing about a horny girl is their lack of percep...ion, they are mostly unawares they are so horny, people around can see she is in heat, only see does not, we are uneducated in the subtleties of public horniness, men are discrete, they do it every day, whereas women are are only in the mood the week before our periods, and even then, too scared to express ourselves, so when we do, we are awkward. .. please!" But their black...." she tried to whisper with Kens cock starting to twich."It's okay honey, they just want a closer view."Ken noticed both of the black men were leaning in closer to get a better view ofSissy going down on him, and the excitement was about to make him lose control.He noticed that one of the guys had pulled out his cock, and Ken almost gaspedwhen he saw what appeared to be a half hard cock that had to be a good 7 or maybeeven 8 inches in length. Ken certainly didn't. She was worried the boy's father wouldn't let him return. He had.The strange witch doctor visiting the camp 20 minutes from Malindi took him off to look at the sea. His father didn't mind, so for a few hours the two of them, the uniquely painted tribesman, and the boy, stared out at the Indian Ocean. He told the man he liked to hear the waves.The witch doctor told him he should hear the waves people made. He didn't know what the odd but harmless quack meant, but put up with the waving of his. She was a woman of few words, but nonetheless, I was having no trouble communicating with her. I began to plot the rest of my evening with this unique lady. I wondered if we would consummate this lovely affair, but to be truthful, it didn't matter as much as I thought it would. I had already achieved a measure of fame and anything more would be icing on the cake. Mind you, I do like icing.We danced and I talked and she smiled and said a few words and I reminded myself how much I was enjoying.