She unzipped my pant and took out my hard dick. She gently massaged it, often squeezing the head every time I started to finger her furiously.“Aaahh...finger fuck your mumma beta.. ufff.. show me how much you loveee meee..” she moaned into my ears. Every time I tried to free my cock from her hand to try and put it in her pussy, she wouldn’t let go.“No, not that, please.. I am your mother”, she would say. I begged and pleaded, but she wouldn’t agree for a fuck.Soon mom’s vaginal walls tightened. Tia was shocked."Please, don't do that ... my brother might look back ... this is too weird. You need to stop. This is not what I expected on a safari.The African got up and walked past the second seat. He closed the curtains. Tia became a bit alarmed at just what this black man was doing."Ms. Tia, the sun coming through the front window is too bright for my eyes so I closed the curtain," the African sheepishly told her.It was then that Tia began to hear sounds behind her. "What is going on at. Stewie suggested that on the first instrumental piece we play, ‘Spring Evening Blues’, I play rhythm guitar, rather than the Rhodes. He suggested a strumming pattern, using my thumb to pick out the bass notes. I had an acoustic guitar in the studio, I tried out his suggestions, and it seemed to work. I wrote out the chord patterns and would practice it tomorrow morning at work.There were some other suggested changes, too; mainly in how the horn section would accompany each song; how the. The men arrived pretty much at the same time and were surprisingly good looking – remember I had only seen the pictures of their cocks online… I explained that we could get started but I didn’t want either of them to penetrate before my husband called. There was some sexy rubbing and removal of clothes, nice nipple sucking, great cock-out-of-zipper extractions and a lot of other fun stuff when the internet phone rang. I moved the guys out of the picture and answered. “Where are you?” asked my.