With each push my clit squirted precum.Again he pulled out, my clit was soaking.I could feel the wet head of his rock hard cock pushing against my tig...t wet pussy.He grabbed my hips and pushed the tip into my hole, holding it there, teasing me, gently stretching meI almost came right then.He pushed slowly all the way in, I could feel his tight balls against my legs.He pulled all the way out, again teasing me with the tip, then pushed all the way in.He started thrusting harder, pulling me. It was the last day of our holiday anyway, and we’d had an amazing and fulfilling time. In the space of a fortnight, my wife had slept with five different men, and I’d had sex with another gorgeous blonde, making the most of our final bout of sexual freedom before committing to family life. A few months later, Shelley was off the pill and got pregnant, which meant anything like that sort of holiday was off the cards for quite a while.On the last night of our holiday though, Shelley and I went. The washer woman said “You are supposed to show otherwise I will call madam”. I said please do not call her. Then Lakshmi said “show your penis by taking your hand off”. I complied. I took both hands to wash the clothes. valli was not there in this time as she got a call from Archana. Lakshmi asked me to fold my legs in such way that it does not block her view. I did it. Due to the wetness in the washing room my cock got small and was tiny. Lakshmi asked “Where is it I cannot see”. They both. If this was so, then perhaps the most surprising thing of all was that the tool for this form of justice resided inside the testicles of African men like me!I didn't dwell on this all that much. Rather, I eagerly anticipated yet another opportunity to inseminate yet another European female's womb. It struck me as very intriguing that, though I would likely never have a chance to either live in, or visit Europe myself, my offspring would be BORN there, and the boy, or girl, would grow up there.