I waited until they were out of sight before I said the rest of what was on my mind."Kat, Myrna, since it's your weddings, I wanted to ask you both wh...t you thought about the tribal ceremony the minister wants to have for us. He said to say that he would guarantee you both would love it, but I would be remiss if I didn't put my two cents worth in. I have, as I'm sure Mrs. Mutamba has, seen native wedding ceremonies before, and I have to tell you, they can be a little strange to outsiders. I. I slid into my old standby, the tune out, and did a lot of smiling and nodding as she talked. All the while the girls stormed through her house like a plundering horde of savages. Well, I may be embellishing a little… but they were god awfully loud. At long last we made it to the fifteen passenger van and were off. I rode shotgun with seven girls and a week’s worth of tubing gear packed in like sardines. I couldn’t help think that the Mars monkeys would have been easier to deal with, but three. She returned the favor and while we kissed, my hands felt her tits and ass and I she let me feel her crotch. From the dining area we moved to the yard and continued kissing and feeling each others bodies. We moved inside to the nearest building that had a couch and a bed. We continued kissing feeling each other on the couch with her on top of me. Finally I led her tot he bed and she continued to straddle me and kiss me with more passion than I had experienced in a long time. I began to. I massaged her hands with the medicated oil and offered to apply oil on her legs too. She hesitated a bit, looking towards her daughter’s room. I ignored it. I asked to sit on a wooden bench, instead of the usual chair and stretch her legs, without raising the saree. She agreed. Under the saree I applied oil on legs first and massaged. After that, without raising the saree I extended my hands on top of her thigh, and applied oil. And then started my massage, on each thighs, slowly stretching.