' ]I'd often seen attractive European women vacationing in Marrakesh (German, French, Italian, British, some Spanish, etc.) but I'd only lusted after ...hem from a distance! They were unreachable to a man like me, an African man, and yet, the urge to get a chance to fuck one of them had always remained strong.But that was over now, and as I felt my hard cock driving deep and vigorously inside of Mara's warm, wet, and so inviting pussy, she clung tightly, with an unmistakable urgency as we fucked,. I again did hand job thinking of me being gang banged with many cocks when am dressed as a sexy bitch and cumed on her panties. After bath I had my breakfast and left for office when I returned home the situation was something different I thought swetha saw her panties on which I cummed I was a bit ashamed and went into my room. I was feeling very tierd due to the traffic and travelling and thought to have a bath and went into washroom and saw swethas bra and panty again my mind was out of. I don’t know why I did it I just felt an urge. I then pretended to fall backwards and pushed myself onto him, I was completely naked, bent over with my arse spread wide. I can remember the feeling of his cock between my cheeks, touching my hole. I looked back at him and gave a look as if I wanted him to take me there but he didn’t.For years I did nothing about how I felt and I told no one. Then one day I decided to see if anyone else felt like me and After a few days I started chatting with. I called Lynn and told her that I had orders to go to war. She didn't like this a bit but I said it was my duty and that I would go. This was the beginning of the end of our relationship. When I got to the war zone I wasn't there a month and I got a "Dear John" letter from her saying that she had found someone new and that she couldn't wait for me and that I might not come home. I was crushed but wasn't really hurting either I had too many other things on my mind, like staying alive. The.