Soon a tall Senegalese man comes over and asks if we are having a good time. The question is obviously not directed at me and so Thorn alone answers.�...�Good, but I think we’re going to have an even better one from now on, aren’t we darling?”Dressed in a loose linen shirt and baggy African pants, he is about 25, tall, broad shouldered, muscular and as black as sin. He smiles at her without averting his gaze from her eyes. They hold each other’s stares for much longer than necessary and then break. As i walked along the roads to the place, i was already getting looks from other folk out walking, some admiring and some looking at me in disgust. The local building site had a field day, of course, complete with wolf whistles and obscene remarks. But i wasn't upset for i was already just so turned on! i guess that it was the long lead up to this moment coupled with a feeling that i'm currently experiencing that nothing really matters anymore. i don't seem to care about getting caught any. Her long hair obscured her face.He searched as much of the room as he could and when he saw no one, he slowly opened the door.As he stepped into the bay, he spotted Traci's nude body. Her blonde hair lay in a pool of blood. Mayfield frowned as he spotted the dark red hole between her eyes. He knelt beside the body and checked for a pulse. He shook his head when he found none and then surveyed her naked form. "Damn," he whispered as he saw the pooled blood and fluids between her slightly spread. When we got out of the water we each picked up our clothes and walked hand in hand up to the cabin. Jerry started a fire in the fireplace while I wrapped myself in a blanket to dry off and warm up. When the fire was going pretty well Jerry got in the blanket with me. Our bare hips touched, his arm went around my shoulder, and I pressed one of my breasts into his cold chest. Then he kissed me. It was not like any kiss we had ever exchanged before. It was romantic, it was gentle, and it curled my.