Shyness, and a fear of being ostracized by society, had caused her to believe that she was alone in her feelings. She wrongly thought herself damaged,...and it never occurred to her that Monica might actually share them with her. Things had changed though, and as she watched Monica reach back and unzip her dress, Sarah wondered how she could have ever been so foolish. At that moment though, those thoughts were nothing more than a hazy background in her mind. Rising excitement gripped her throat. Our contact from Zambia, who was living and working at the time in the city of Nairobi, where Mara and I stayed.I'll be at work, for example, and though I have many things that need to be attended to, a sudden image will flash across my mind of Mara and Omar, locked in a passionate embrace as I witness this most deeply primal of all activities that any two human beings can engage in!Perhaps the image is of Omar's strong, manly hands exploring my wife's full and lovely breasts; or perhaps it. ' He pulled on another pair of black silk bikini underpants, then he carefully bunched up a pair of socks and one at a time, slowly unrolled them up his calf. Then he looked at his closet. Today, the navy blue suit, pale blue shirt, and solid tie. He laced up a pair of Brooks Brothers loafers and appraised himself in the mirror. Looking like a million bucks, Jim headed back into the office.The coffee was bitter again, and Marissa was smiling. Something about that smile made Jim uneasy, but he. It was the first time I'd ever really seen another girls arsehole in real life, me always being the recipient of arse play. It looked so incredibly small that I began to wonder if anything would be able to penetrate such a tight orifice. "How do I look?" Sienna asked, peering at me upside down between her legs."It's quite amazing," I responded. "I've always wondered what it would be like on the other side." "Well then go for it." came her response. I gazed cautiously over at Cushla, who was.