Mombassa was dressed in crisply pressed camouflage fatigues and shined combat boots. However, such style was easy to understand, as the temperature wa... well over 90 degrees, at 7 a.m. in the morning. The three of them embraced each other, as Mombassa held on to both Darla and Shelly, and said, ‘Welcome to the Dark Continent’ as his hands cupped their ass-cheeks and he pulled their sweaty bodies to his. After breaking their embrace with Mombassa, Darla noticed the sweat dripping down his face.. His hand strayed to her breast she stirred then rolled over and lay on her side, her back to him, an involuntary move but a significant pointer he wondered. His arm released he eased himself from her and quietly slipped into the bathroom, he needed to relive himself From the toilet he could see the big triangular bath, the site of the last film, her stood facing the wall an image in his mind, that massive black lifting her, impaling her, filling her and her cries clearly in his mind echoing. Here, let me help you, give me your hand. She took Ariels right hand and guided it down to her body. Soon, Ariel felt Kellys soft skin on her finger tips, her hand was being led down her body, starting from her neck and down towards the centre of her chest. Abruptly, Kelly placed Ariels hand down on her breast. Do you like that? Do you like how my breast feels? She asked sensually. Ariels mouth had gone dry so rather than speaking she managed only to nod. Good, Kelly smiled, enjoying the role. "Can't. My hair is freshly washed. I'd rather die that have to go fix it again." Brand chuckled. "Talk about bad luck. Every time I can go frolicking in the rain, nobody wants to go with me. It's so sad. Everybody I know is too grown up for that." She turned to face him, an soft light in her eyes."Can't you imagine kissing me in the rain?" she whispered as she wrapped her arms around him. "Then lying back to make love with the rain flowing down our faces..." I can imagine the ticks and the bugs.