Squirt after squirt pulsed into the bowls from a dozen round African breasts, until each salad was liberally covered in nature's bounty. As each girl ...inished, she offered the wet nipple to her guest to be dried.I looked to!Kung and smiled. He smiled at me. "Pogonga. Moko Pogonga!" I heard a rustle behind me, and watched bemusedly as one of the boys stepped forward, pointed his very attractive young African penis at my salad, and promptly proceeded to ejaculate at least 10 full, strong streams. The plane shook some more and one of his hands slide down my waist to grasp me by the ass. Oh it was just too much. "Do it, damn it. Suck it while you can," I urged him quietly.I gasped when I felt his lips latch onto my nipple, sucking and drawing on it. I closed my eyes and focused my whole being on the touch of his tongue flipping across my engorged nipple.The plane shook again. Perhaps it was just me, I don't know. My heart raced as he turned his face and suckled my other nipple. I pressed. We were whisked up to the executive floor to an office marked Executive Vice President. Wow! We were ushered into a corner office that was both very large and very lavishly furnished. The secretary quietly closed the door as she left, and we found ourselves more than a bit puzzled. At least Kris and I were; Mother seemed quite unconcerned.The reason for our puzzlement was that there were only two very young women in the office, one about 19 and the other 16 or 17. Their appearance was similar. While this class wasn't one of thosewhere you would get project or team oriented work, most of the night school crowd (with a few exceptions) were adults and already busy in their careers.Since the school did have a cafeteria (that sold beer!), every now and then a fewof us would have a beer with the instructor (who was a CFO at a local firm, andwas a riot to talk to) after class. Some of these after class sessions became so much fun that even I (I was never crazy about math courses) started.