The next day we slept late and decided to have a meal out and see a movie. I made a phone call and made arrangements for a special surprise for my Mas...er that night. We got back home at about 7pm and were watching TV in our underwear when the doorbell to my apartment rang. I looked through the spyhole and saw my visitor who had arrived on time. I opened the door and welcomed Eric inside. He is a German guy, quite tall and of solid build. I knew my Master would like him as he was the type of guy. How the man could act so civilized out here, Blair couldn't understand. The middle of the tropical jungles of Africa and this man was sitting sipping his coffee for all the world like he was sitting at home in his kitchen, staring out at the bird bath.It was all she could do to keep her clothes on. Even now, she looked down at herself all of a sudden and noticed she had on only the sheerest of nighties.It was something she had been warned about doing in the jungle. Too many insects and crawling. Her labia were swollen and glistening, almost as red as her hair, and she used two fingers to part the lips. Here was where being taller than her boyfriend was going to come in handy for her. He stepped forward, kissed her distractedly on the neck, and pushed in without hesitation. She pulled him deeper, grinding his pubic bone against her clitoris. Her head rested on his shoulder, and one leg hooked itself around his hip, not letting him pull out too far. Her left hand squeezed at his clothed. We were talking, well, I think we were. I saw her again on the same day as we left college. Surprisingly, she was quite civil towards me and mumbled something like her skirt had dried out quite well. I liked the word 'skirt.'She began to sit with me most lunchtimes and we were soon chatting in a normal sort of way. I was eighteen and she was seventeen. It only took her two weeks to introduce herself. Her name was Caroline. I was a brash bold sort of person and in those days. The usual thing to.