She looked older than her age and had a typical African shape and biggish butt. Her grief over the loss of her husband had left marks on her face and ...he looked a little worn and sad most of the time. It was obvious though, that once she was a good looking woman, with a strong body. Aloea had become a widow about 3years ago as she had lost her husband during a battle with the Kikalu tribe, another tribe that had their village about 15 miles further up in the jungle. There had been several. To be honest you wouldn't have found me even if you were looking for me. I disappeared from home shortly after that message, I went sort of MIA. I had joined the carnival and was traveling the US with them for a while and let myself go. I wanted nothing to do with anything from my past or anyone for that matter, not even family. You wonder how I found you, well I did learn a few things while being a carny. I have my ways. Oh and a little thing called public court records helped a little. . '"Whooaaoo!" Frank yelled as he felt his body rising up. Then he was standing next to Jake Hedron, who still looked like he could apply for and get the job of village idiot. Jake was naked and covered with blood. There were scorch marks on his legs and he stank of blood and sex."You look like you've been through hell!" Frank exclaimed, his eyes traveling up and down, taking in Jake's condition. "Where are the girls?"Jake mumbled something, but Frank couldn't hear. "What? Talk louder!" I .... Although she was slutty, she was a religious slut, attending church every Sunday. This particular story happened when I was 14. We were driving to church on a Sunday evening. I was already jacking off to her sexy legs and feet and was enjoying the view from the passenger seat as her legs and feet dressed in dark suntan colored pantyhose and black pumps worked the gas and brake pedals. We arrived at church, nice summer evening right about dusk. Just inside the church I noticed her speaking to.