Er ... I’m due for a break, anyway.”She shut the door and I followed her through the house to the kitchen, where she meandered around starting the...coffee maker, finding biscuits, that sort of thing. But she wasn’t moving systematically, rather, I thought, avoiding facing me. The coffee – which smelt wonderful – finished dripping through, and she poured a mug of it, black, for me and another, with cold milk, for herself. She sat with hers almost opposite and waved at the plate of biscuits.“Help. I tossed and turned quite a bit thinking about Omar, and the other two African men that I hoped would (between the three of them) impregnate Marta. I was naturally nervous, as well as excited; and I know that Marta felt the same. How could we not? We were about to take a huge, huge step! But we were not wavering in our commitment to see this idea through.Omar was older than either Marta or I, but he had nine c***dren he had father with two wives (in Zambia, where he came from, multiple wives. Julie was quivering, her labia were swollen and she was oozing juices - something that she hadn't experienced the entire time of her marriage. She realised she had never before felt this level of need, of lust, of want. Placing his lips on her inner thighs, he gently kissed her and moved up to to place his lips right on her opening. Julie moaned with such a gutteral sound that she didn't recognize herself. Oh, this man - this elf - whatever he was - he was bringing her to a level of arousal. I too said sorry and she was ok and started our supper but her dress chunny chalo yaar how can I stop looking there and my best and worst luck she noticed it and tried to adjust it I felt bad she believed me and came how the hell I am doing this I kept my head low but still I could not resists my bulge in the pants (I always wear casuals so the bulge in the pant is clearly seen) I asked excuse and went out for a smoke while coming back I went to wash room masturbated thinking of her and was.