May that African fertilized baby be well loved and cherished always!]I'm watching my sleeping wife's peaceful face, and as I do, I cannot help but thi...k back to early that summer when she and I were in Kenya on our 'vacation.' We did our share of sightseeing (the wildlife parks there were truly amazing), but our main objective for being there was to meet up with Omar, an older Zambian African male who was working in Kenya for the season, in order for my wife and he to make a baby together.As I. ..From the angle I was in I could see his hand sliding from down your back and grasping your arse while he was Slowly kissing your neck before running his tongue up to your ear..You let out a short high gasp that turned me on instantly in my dark hiding place. could see his cock was a good size and already half hard.You move fast... My wife said giggling again you moved back towards him, eyes locked with this and he slowly caressed your hand down his front, before unzipping his pants and. They looked like survivors from a concentration camp wearing tattered clothes or nothing at all in some cases. I saw many of the survivors with numerous bruises and cuts. The women with the most bruises seemed to be the youngest, but there wasn't much difference in the number of injuries between any of the women. I approached one of the women with Sue and Amy by my side. We reached out and hugged her to us. I picked out a young woman who had been badly beaten and gave her a road flare after. He was as handsome as they came. I was more then impressed with him and as well, intrigued by his good looks. Due to him cleaning up and all and having put on all “new” clothes too, he appeared fashionable as ever. I didn’t mean to but I smiled numerous times once I saw him in his new fashionable outfit. “Yes mam?” he said. “Oh nothing sir” I told him. He smiled and I found I loved his smile too. “This is a rather social trip miss” he said first and that’s when I noticed he’d call me miss and.