Carol could swear she was lost. Nothing looked familiar. She could have sworn she was headed the right way but knew that in her former state of mind s...e had not been paying attention. She thought about yelling out, but if she was in the wrong area what she come face to face with? A pack of wolves? Or that white wolf that was with the werewolf? She rounded a band that came to a cliff over looking the town. She stepped to the edge. She thought about jumping for a moment but instead held her hand. I don’t know if it was curiousity, but it was shortly after that that I felt his cock for the first time. I brushed my finger tips against him, like he had done to me. Even through his pants, I could feel his girthy, hard cock was huge. I think int made me want to see him, to feel him, even more. I freed his cock from his pants and quickly wrapped my trembling, lust filled fingers around him. His cock felt so big in my hand, so warm, firm and wonderful. Sticky pre cum already leaking from his. Sorry, you seem to be a bit upset. But we’re in Africa now and we understand that it’s okay to wear little or no clothes here because it’s so hot. We see pictures of topless ladies dancing in grass skirts and families living together just with a small cloth as a covering. Nudity is acceptable here isn’t it?” “No!” I replied. "In Africa the dress is determined by each country as well as the occasion but generally one needs to wear a skirt or shorts and a top on most occasions and especially in. I really wasn’t paying attention and could have really cared less anyway. I was doing my friend a favor and that was it. The night ended fairly uneventful although he got a little handsy at the end, but I was a good girl and left as soon as we arrived back at his house. Needless to say he called the next day and requested a second date. I was still hesitant to be involved with this older man, but I reluctantly agreed. He picked me up in a very nice, high end car. He had sent me a HUGE bouquet.