To me, it was nice being able to have this private male moment together as friends. We were being homosexually indulgent, but I didn't think of it as ...eing gay. He said that he really appreciated the chance to be relaxed like this with another guy just to see how he felt. We got a little romantically friendly, and we hugged and we even kissed a little bit. I found that it was quite easy to enjoy being this personal with him and he was all for it. After about half an hour of playing aorund, he. What?!" he grunted out feeling the tingles arching out hisspine "ssshit!" he dropped to his knees, he gritted his teeth and lockedhis eyes shut tightly, he could feel his fingertips pulsing as theyshrank down to a daintiness that he was trying to fight off.'you'll only make it worse with your fighting sweetie' The name Roni nowblossomed through his brain, echoing powerfully through him, her voiceadvising him, trying to get him to lose and give in, he only continuedshaking his head as the shaggy. He stared at the panties, then bent forward to kiss my pussy through the damp material. He rolled the panties down slowly, his eyes never leaving my light bush as he squeezed my ass cheeks. The rise and fall of his chest told me that he wasn't just breathing, he was inhaling deeply. I shivered even as the heater warmed the room; no man had ever eaten my pussy before, and I knew Kieran was about to do that.He lay back on the thin mattress. "Kneel over my face, Megan." My pussy lips dribbled. His name was James Otchombe. He is a high official in the Senegalese Education ministry. He got his British accent while attending school at Oxford. He always called me "Miss Karen" in what sounded like an echo of Africa's colonialist past.Erica, maybe you as another woman can understand how sensual it is to simply dance with a man who really knows how. Most men don't get it. After 45 minutes of dancing and talking, I felt very attracted to him. His hand on my back felt like subtle foreplay..