But the President-for-Life was a man of surprises. “Come,” he said. “This is no time for business. We should relax.” He rose and led the way t... an adjoining room where there was a long, low sofa and a number of large cushions scattered around the floor. Ntombe took the sofa, indicating that we and the wives should relax as best we could on the cushions. Once we were all seated he spoke to two of the wives in their African language – something I had not mastered at that time and later gave up. Kim told me that I was such a good friend. I went back into the living room as Kim got in the shower. I was sitting there thinking when John came home. Janet, is that Kims car outside? John asked me. Yes, why do you ask? She is in taking a shower, I replied. Her car is complete full of stuff is she leaving again, John asked as he stood beside me. No John, I replied. Then I added, Kim does not have a place to stay, I replied as I hung my own head down. John came over and he lifted my head with. I tried talking to his parents about it. They admitted he had no sex education at all, but they insisted that they wanted their son like that. Despite I believe their intention was good, that was actually cruel. They had no right to expect him to remain a little boy for the rest of his life. He needed to grow and his desires needed to be fulfilled. I knew that he was mature, intelligent and responsible enough to have a relationship, even a serious one. Many guys and girls of his age were having. His musky scent filled her nostrils and she closed her eyes, trying to relax and wait for this to pass. Her attacker was grunting and moaning with pleasure as her wet mouth slid along the length of his cock, but he wasn't ready to come just yet, there was more he wanted from her, so he withdrew and released her hair, letting her head fall back on the pillow as he knelt over her on the bed. He bent his head and licked and sucked at her nipples, almost as though he was offering her some.