‘You a chess player – that’s hard to imagine,’ she said aloud. Jennifer, however, didn’t voice her thoughts. She’d always wanted to play c...ess but had no one to teach her. Right now, she found the wicked twinkle in Peter’s eyes intriguing. He just had to be too good to be true. There had to be a flaw. Peter had indeed toldthe truth about the things that interested him most, but the evening had been so remarkable that Jennifer couldn’t bring herself to believe him yet. How could one man do some. He snickered and helped me step out of them. As he tossed them to the side with my shirt he asked, “Where are your boxers?” I smiled and said, “In my desk drawer and that for some reason they were too wet for me to wear!” we laughed as I turned around and laid back down still on top of him and engulfed his nice 8-inch cock into my mouth.As we were sucking each other he started licking my balls and soon reached rim of my hole. I moaned loud and pressed harder into his face and took him deep in. The following day turned out to be almost an action replay of events at the previous African port.At the third port, there was a slight difference in that only two Arab traders arrived in separate vehicles.Both were tall, sleek and bejewelled indicating tremendous wealth, but enormously fat as well.When the first of the two men went off with the crew, I started my usual "You want a girl while you wait?" He looked the two over, roared in laughter, and took both of them with him to the stateroom.. "May I help you ladies?" Yeah, we're here for breakfast," Scooter replied. "Jennlynn told us to drop by if we ever got in the area, and we saw her plane's here."There was a "snap" as the gate unlocked. "Well, come on in," the voice said. "Jennlynn's here, but I don't think she's up yet, she partied pretty late last night."Taking another deep breath, Scooter pushed the gate open and led the way up an Astro-Turf sidewalk to an ornate front door. Before they got to the door, it opened, and a.