One night when giving her grey haired co-worker a blow job she started thinking about him, their part-black co-worker and her boyfriend all cumming on...her tits at the same time. She went into autopilot on the old guy and started massaging his balls while swirling her tongue around the tip of his throbbing boner. He was half grunting, half moaning because he hadn't felt anything that good since he slept with his friend's college age niece years earlier. He was pulling on her hair and tried. She extended a hand. “Come on. Take a shower with me. This is the first fancy bathroom I’ve seen since I got to Kenya.”She turned on the shower and adjusted the heat of the water and the two of them stepped inside. They kissed standing up, her hand around his penis, his hand running up and down her buttocks.“I want to fuck. Right now.” He put his hands under her hips and sought her vagina with his penis.“No,” she said. “We have to get dressed. The food will be here in a minute.” She pushed him. I put my right hand on her thigh and gave it a squeeze. She put her hand on mine, I thought to push it away. Kim wasn't as sexually adventurous as I had been. We never fooled around outside a bedroom plus I should be concentrating on the road. To my surprise she just patted my hand and left it there.I began to rub her thigh, working from the knee upward to her crotch. Kim responded by spreading her legs a bit so as I rubbed up her leg my hand would stop by pressing against her pussy. I could. For ya docco.”Ali liked to use hipster TV jargon, as he was in show-business (in his mind). Docco means documentary series.“So suppose someone liked the look of her and, like, pulls her into a room. Or a car. What then?”“Then I will kill them.”Ali’s eyes went wide and it looked as if he shivered.“Yeah ... Or ... turn ‘em over to the coppers, maybe. Just make sure she’s safe first before you start killin’ people.”“He’s still going to kill them, though,” said Peter, behind my back. I quickly.