“Sounds wonderful to me,” I responded.With that I got the traditional happy face “:)”.I decided to see what information, real or pretend I cou...d get from my mysterious chatter.Another chime brought a new question. “OK, when?”I decided I needed to find out a little more about this person. After all, I wouldn’t want it to be a guy.My next message went out “ASL?”What came back stunned me a little. “15/F/Beach Park: U?” it read.15? OK, either someone is playing around and pretending or I could. The tall, well-built, broad-shouldered African American man with rich dark brown skin, and sliver kinky hair which contrasted beautifully with his complexion, barely looked at her for more than a second and seemed to be all business. For several days Kyana spent alone in the house, while Gunther attended government conferences. Soon she grew lonely and depressed. She needed the warmth and comfort of a man. She missed her mother, her family, and her village. When Gunther finally returned home,. His penis remain too near to my hands .He slide his lungi both side and exposed his erected penis. I saw it was also not smaller than my sasur but more thick and strong. I hold in my hand and played with his foreskin moving up down .His glans glistened like a pink bulb.I masturbated him and his penis became more hard and strong. That was snoozing . I sucked and excited him . He bite his teeth and dragged me to his penis .I sat inserting it in my hole .It goes smooth as my sasur had made my. Just keep on like that. Maybe…?’ ‘Maybe what?’ ‘Maybe… you could play with it some?’ And he resumed his licking and sucking. Amy thought about his request, but didn’t act upon it. I can’t believe I’m doing this, Darren told himself. But, it feels too good to stop. For her part, Amy moaned contentedly at the wonderful feeling surging through her breast. And she recalled the wonderful feeling of his thingy, earlier, and then it was still in the confines of his pants. With a zest that surprised.