(See ‘Things Get Wild In Africa’).I stood back to look at the two girls. “My god, you’ve all grown up, since I was here last.”“Come here A...sha, and meet Uncle Jim. This is my girlfriend Uncle.”“Jambo Bwana Jim, habari yako?” (Swahili - hello Mr Jim, how are you).“Nzuri, asante sana.” (good, thank you).Jane turned to look up at the still mounted Nandi. “Hey! And who’s this gorgeous lady?”“This is my wife, Nandi.” I beamed.But it hadn’t escaped me noticing, the frown that had crossed Aysha’s. He was looking stupid but he was still hard. I didn't want he to be passionate with me I wanted him to FUCK ME. I crawled up his body that was now laying on the floor awaiting my next move. He knew what was coming next. When I turned on his face with my ass all on his wet mouth I unzipped his Polo slacks and pulled out his huge dick and tried to put as much in my mouth as possible. My pussy was getting more wet and he was begging to taste it. It was so hilarious to hear a man like him beg for. . you know, like 'Oh please please please don't fuck me any more!', but that would just be pretend." I saw her eyes widen at the blunt phrase (I wasn't not sure if she had any intention of going that far in this game, but it wouldn't hurt to use it as an example.) but she just nodded."And if you couldn't talk like if you were gagged or your mouth were full ..." (I didn't go into detail as to what might be in her mouth; I let her imagination work on that.) ".. if you couldn't speak that safe. I had to be careful, but at the same time, I had to get some changes made.First there was my mother. Oh boy was that going to be a mess. I knew that she’d run out of burnable money in just over a year, and be living on food stamps and not working. That part was easy to deal with. I’d just let her suffer in her own stupidity. But, with my sisters, I wanted to make sure they saw her for the monster she was. Problem was, she didn’t treat them as bad as she treated me. I’d have to gather evidence.