He rubbed a finger on my clit in soft circles. It took every ounce of my will to stop myself from moaning. He inserted two fingers inside my fuck hole... Fuck! Oh my god, that man has the longest fingers in the entire world. He pulled his fingers out and slipped them in again so slowly; a delicious torture. Harry stared at me, his eyes burning with intensity. I looked back down at my table, lest my expression should give me away. Harry's thumb found my clit and rubbed a slow circle on it. That. The tall, lean and wiry Gatsha was one of the toughest Black men that Andile Bafana knew. Gatsha was born to a Zulu mother and a foreign-born father from distant Nigeria. He didn’t have an easy life growing up because the Zulu customs forbade Zulu women from marrying foreign males. Of course, Zulu men could and did marry whomsoever they chose. That double standard never bothered anyone until the day Princess Jabhile married the Nigerian nobleman. It almost caused a war between the Zulus of. "Rob! Welcome home, it's good to see you".She came up to me, put her arms around me and hugged me. I hugged her back.Mum stood back, still holding my shoulders, and looked at me."You've certainly grown up while you've been away" she said, approvingly."And you look as good as always" I replied, studying her.Actually, she looked better than good – she looked stunning. Her naturally dark complexion was even more tanned and her long, dark lustrous hair hung down over her shoulders, framing her. She then began moving up and down, almost taking me all the way out before plunging back down and moaning as I kept growing inside her pussy. Her tits swayed in front of me and I played with them as she pumped my cock bringing me closer to orgasm. I slid my hands along her sweaty back and found her ass as I took over and controlled the speed of her pumps. Our movements became faster and she must have cummed five times without stopping her thrust like my girlfriend had. I was so close and could.